#maybe I should make this it’s own full fledged au

[shadow-yato]

Decided to go a little more in-depth with my Vampire Jackson concept, have an AU!

#monster high #my art #definitely rough around the edges #jackson jekyll #holt hyde #maybe I should make this it’s own full fledged au #it’s a fun concept #vampire jackson au #maybe #also Kieran is usually just called Valentine but shhhhhh #I like Kieran better

[popatochisssp]

Hi!! If the Papyri are knights what are the Sanses? Also you should totally make an AU of this, you beautiful brain

You have no idea, none of you have any idea how absolutely insane I went about this goofy little one-off AU concept

...Some of you have an idea. And some of you maybe know me well enough to have just guessed I would go off the rails the way I have lol

Anyway, this is the first, but absolutely not the last of The Court AU:

Sans (Undertale): The court jester, in possession of a quick wit and a cutting sense of humor and with no desire to let either go to waste. He’s much beloved at court and prides himself on his ability to make even the stuffiest of courtiers chuckle with his jokes and pranks—and his jester’s privilege makes him nigh untouchable to those who somehow aren’t amused by him. It’s a good life…

Papyrus (Undertale): A proud knight of the kingdom and a member of the Royal Guard! Er…well…eventually, he will be. The Captain won’t make him a full member of the Guard until he’s proven his valor through a series of knightly quests…but she won’t tell him what the quests are, so he travels the kingdom as a knight-errant, helping those in need and solving problems that may or may not have needed solving! You’re welcome, good citizens!

Sky (Underswap Sans): A squire, or knight-in-training, attendant to the Captain of the Guard until he properly earns his own knighthood. …Frankly, he’s already capable and qualified to be a knight now, but he’s aware that the Captain has some reservations regarding his health and is hesitating to just give him the job because of it. He fully intends to prove himself to her in the line of active duty, and someday be recognized as a fully-fledged knight of the realm.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): The court archivist, most at home amidst shelves of tomes and records and far away from the social obligations of the court itself. He tracks and preserves all kind of documents, from agricultural reports to genealogies to romantic poetry, and is on call to locate specific texts for any nobles or otherwise literate folks seeking to reference them. It gets a bit musty sometimes but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): A mercenary, traveling the kingdom in search of people to sell his sword to for a bit of coin—and then traveling in search of satisfying ways to spend that coin. He does occasionally venture outside the kingdom for both of these things, but he has quite a few connections to well-paying opportunities within the borders, so as much as he avoids putting down roots, he tends not to stray too far from ‘home.’

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): A knight in the Royal Guard, touted as a black knight for the scorched and stained armor he wears—a marker of the many deadly, heroic feats he’s conquered. No quest is too dangerous, no enemy too great for him to overcome, and he bravely takes on what lesser knights fear to risk. He’s quite accomplished dealing with dragons, and wildfires, and even mages, who always seem to cast fireballs and…well, perhaps that’s the reason his armor is so blackened…

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Personal guard to the Empress herself, nominally part of the Royal Guard as well but far from the front-lines of battle as his duty to her highness’ safety comes first and foremost. He’s involved in a lot of the structuring and scheduling of patrols for the lower ranking guardsmen, and his opinion is often sought in matters of state and military, but his primary concern is accompanying the Empress wherever she goes, or standing post just outside the door. Only on rare occasions does anyone else fill his role, and that’s just the way he likes it.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): He’s a nobleman who used his wealth and free time to pursue a passion in painting. His passion paid off in the form of a bit of notoriety for his work and several offers of patronage from other nobility seeking portraits and frescoes and the like done in his hand. …Or as he sees it, rich people paying him to do what he loves instead of some sort of actual job. As long as he can comfortably afford his paints, he’s happy.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): He’s a stableman at the queen’s castle, looking after the horses and hunting dogs kept there. He isn’t as quick as he used to be, and his memory hasn’t been the same since his head injury, but he was graciously employed elsewhere rather than dismissed and it’s…fine. Well enough, at least. It’s dirty and often thankless work, but he is fond of the animals, and much prefers their company to anyone else.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): He’s a medic in service to the knights of the Royal Guard. He actually used to be among their number…sort of…but there were some changes, in his life, and his eye-sight isn’t really what it used to be anyway, and… Well! He spent some time learning from the court physician and got very interested in ways to treat illness and injury. He’s not as skilled and knowledgeable as a full-fledged healer but he’s happily on hand for minor training accidents and sicknesses or injuries in those coming back from patrols. He loves to be able to help!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): A musician who plays his trusty horn for the court during all the feasts and festivals. He’s only one player of many but enough of a talent to be selected for the job and pleased that his music should entertain the king and queen and all their noble guests. It’s not the most glorious of positions but he’s happy enough doing it and lives well for his station.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Head cook in the castle kitchens, a station he worked up to from the bottom as a lowly kitchen boy. He has a lot of experience making meals for the royal couple and for all the nobles that regularly attend court gatherings and he knows how to give the people what they want. There are several other cooks and kitchen attendants that work with him but it’s his job to make decisions and keep everything running smoothly, which keeps him busy but happily so.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): He sticks exclusively to the royal court these days, not as a hired sword but as a wealthy and rakish duke of the kingdom. His brother gave him the title and it’d be stupid not to take advantage of the perks—though he does have to earn them. He’s less a hired sword now and more a hired axe, performing the duty of the royal executioner whenever he’s called upon to do so. No need to wear a hood, everyone knows who he is and what he does to enemies of the crown.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): The king of the castle, in a very literal sense. Some may call him a usurper or a traitor to the crown to have seized the throne for himself without proper claim… and for those people he arranges a meeting between their necks and his brother’s blade. He seized the throne because he’s loyal to the crown and the queen he deposed was wearing it quite poorly. If he could, he would’ve stepped down by now and given way to the true queen, but the people have been through enough upheaval—so he will remain as their king, as long as is necessary.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): A cursed king who lives an austere, lonely life in a desolate castle by the sea. He fled from his true realm in disgrace and now awaits an end to his curse or his shame—whichever comes first—in the ruins of a fallen kingdom as degraded as he is. He doesn’t expect to be found, or saved from the curse that his own choices wrought upon him, and just tries to bear his fate with the grace expected of him.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Prince-errant of his kingdom, meant to be ruling his people but instead gallivanting off across the countryside in search of his missing brother. He wants to find him and know he’s well about as much as he doesn’t want to go back and be the ruler of a kingdom, for which he was never properly trained and is wholly unprepared! Maybe in his search and his hardships, he can find the strength and maturity to do what the kingdom needs him to do…but he’s not there yet, and finding his brother is his priority.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Every knight in the Royal Guard is hand-picked and trained by him. He held a high office among the guardsmen once, but a severe injury put him out of commission and without his sight, he was no longer fighting fit, as they say. Still, his strength and his skill didn’t abandon him and while he could be a liability on the battlefield, he’s nothing less than a powerful asset when it comes to training the knights up to his own exacting standards. Only the best make it through his gauntlet.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He walks the wall of the castle at night, standing guard for any threats to the kingdom that might otherwise go unseen. He takes his duty very seriously and refuses to let any night pass without a watchman on duty, even in foul weather or nights of great feasts and festivals. His vigilance has protected the kingdom from many a threat and he feels certain that his job is of much higher importance than any frivolous pastimes he absorbed himself in before.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): A courtier of…mysterious origin. He’s often at court, making conversation and telling colorful stories to anyone whose ear he can snatch—and he manages to snatch quite a few—but no one can manage to figure out quite where he came from or what he ought to be doing. Mostly, he entertains himself and others with various leisurely pursuits, games, hunts, dances, songs, and as such he’s a well-liked person at court…wherever he came from.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): Another man of mystery who appeared at court on the heels of his brother, though far less flamboyantly. He’s obviously a learned man, well-educated and well-spoken, and though he wasn’t as warmly embraced by the courtiers at large, he was eventually welcomed into the king’s confidence as a royal advisor. The backing of the king being what it is, he’s accepted and respected as probably some sort of nobleman, regardless of his unclear origin, and continues to advise the king on matters of state.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): A wanderer, uprooted from his life and former kingdom and left to walk the land in search of meaning. Some say his kingdom was destroyed but for a small handful of survivors. Some say he turned to dark magic and sold his soul for the chance. to take revenge on the one who desolated his home. Some say he’s ageless, bones turned to cold iron and chest empty of breath to contain the power he now holds. …They’re all right. But his quest is long over, and all that’s left to do now is wander.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): He’s a proud knight of the kingdom! He may not have been in the Royal Guard when he was tragically cut down before his time, but he did come back from death as a ghostly semblance of himself at the same time everyone else did—and when your Captain is no longer worried that you might get yourself killed in battle because you already did, promotions are in order! So, he now serves his phantom kingdom as a phantom knight, valiantly and eagerly, but of course, taking time every now and then to visit his (mostly) living family member, to keep him from brooding too hard.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): It’s…slightly unclear what he does. He’s seemed strange for a time, a bit touched, but the queen seems to hold him in high esteem and never fails to consult him (among others) before any major decisions are made. Sometimes he’ll appear in unusual places with cryptic messages, or look into peoples’ eyes and divine their intentions (should they be ill ones), and for all this, though he holds no specific title, he’s at least informally called the court mystic. There are rumors that his strangeness and that of those closest to him is because he made contact and some sort of bargain with the faefolk…but those are surely just rumors.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): The royal falconer, primary trainer, keeper, and handler of all the hawks and falcons owned by the queen. It wasn’t a job he was born into, but one he sought out of the blue one day, and he earned his way by demonstrating a remarkable affinity for the birds even prior to any training. By now he’s a figure of great respect for the command he has over the flighted beasts, and he happily demonstrates it during the queen’s feasts and king’s hunts.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): He’s earned his way at court with talent, performing dazzling displays of bullets and other magic for nobles and royals alike. He’s a standout from other such entertainers in that his well of magic never seems to run dry and he can keep showing off his juggling and his light shows and his dancing bullets from sun-up to sun-down without ever tiring. He doesn’t talk much about his life before coming to court, but he’s happy now so it’s just as well.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): He was trained from a very young age to be a soldier, a paladin meant to fight in a holy war and raised to believe his greatest purpose was to die on the battlefield and bring glory to the cause. That all…never happened. He was freed from the grip of the zealots and reunited with the brother he hadn’t seen in ages, but then left at odds for what to do now—a warrior with no war to fight. Eventually he becomes apprenticed to a carpenter in town in the hopes of learning a trade to live on, and…he’s starting to be content.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): Spymaster to the crown, head of a small network of covert informants, assassins, thieves and the rest of their ilk. It was a career he…inherited…but also one he carried out diligently, carefully, and above all, secretly. At least, until his brother married and he left to join him in his new kingdom, where he serves much the same function at court—with the added responsibility of wrangling and occasionally nominally filling in for the crown prince. All according to plan.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): He was in the same family business as his brother, but when he caught the eye of a visiting monarch and won an invitation to their kingdom, to marry, well… how could he refuse? And when, after an unsuspicious amount of time, his spouse is found dead under mysterious—but not too mysterious—circumstances, and no one from the proper line of succession seems to be coming to take their place… He really has no choice but to go from the prince consort to the crown prince, for the sake of his late spouse’s people. He’s far from a proper or responsible prince, and certainly has some kind of reputation, but he’s pleased enough with how everything’s going.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He minds the royal dungeons. It’s not what he started out doing, but somewhere along the way he lost the humor for anything else, and it’s as good a job as any. Not too many strangers make it into the kingdom these days, but plenty have foul intentions and it is something he takes some pride in, keeping watch over those ill-meaning outsiders and making sure they stay put, where they belong. He’s not the kindest of dungeon-keepers, but quite frankly, since when was ‘kindness’ part of that job description?

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): His brother keeps the dungeon and he keeps the grounds. While a groundskeeper isn’t anything close to what he thought he’d want to be, a lot has happened—to him personally and to the kingdom as a whole—and well, he’s providing a very valuable service with his work, humble though it may be. Anyone with skin would have a horrid time pruning back all the wicked, cursed thorns that keep trying to consume the realm, and unchecked, they could probably run wild in less than a fortnight, where would they all be if he let that happen?

#anonymous #headcanons #court au #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell/fellswap #horrortale #undergloom #horrorfell #horrorswap #horrorswapfell #gastertale #transcendtale #ascendswap #underfell fruition #swapfell fruition #descendtale

[witch-and-her-witcher]

nessriel | E | hurt/comfort, modern AU - magic/CC inspired

Aux officer Cassian brings a stray home with him and he doesn't want to let her go. Lieutenant Azriel, and his life partner, thinks he has a bleeding heart and an undiagnosed mental health condition - until he meets Nesta Archeron for himself, sweating and vomiting through a self-led alcohol detox, and decides ... yeah, they should keep her. Nesta is at an all-time low, all her bridges burned, but she's going to pull herself together and try to keep her mess from spilling into these ridiculously gorgeous, kind-hearted Auxie's lives.

ao3

For @polyacotarweek!

Chapters 6-9/9

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Cassian doesn’t have to pretend he’s asleep to wind his arms around Nesta. 

All he wants is to help take away the occasional shake in her body, those hollow cheeks and dark bags under her eyes. The nervous way she clasps and unclasps her hands, nervously checking for exit routes, when she thinks they aren’t paying attention. Cassian’s instincts drive him to protect, to assure, to let her know that anxiety doesn’t have to exist for one, but while it does, she doesn’t have to shoulder it alone.

Cassian is strong enough to help her — Az is even fucking stronger when it comes to internal battles. They’ve got her. And now they can show that in the way that comes easiest, when words fail and actions are needed as proof of follow through and intention.

Something about the freedom to touch her, to offer physical comfort, sets free a tension Cassian didn’t realize was winding him tight. 

He sighs contently into her hair that pools around the space on the pillow between them. “This okay?” he asks for probably the tenth time.

Nesta makes a tired, adorable growl. “How about I’ll kick you in the balls if it's not, otherwise it’s fine.”

“That sounds like a terrible plan for my balls.”

“Don’t get overly handsy and your pretty little balls will stay intact.”

“Oh, so you’ve been thinking about them, huh —” Cassian doesn’t bother dodging the elbow to his ribs. He wants her to know he can take whatever Nesta throws his way. Also that he can respect her boundaries, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to treat her like she’s fragile.

On her other side, Azriel’s alluring gaze cuts like a cat’s through the dark of their bedroom — expensive light blocking curtains and shades to accommodate Az needing to sleep during the day blocking out the midday sun— dancing with amusement. “You deserved that, Cass.” He isn’t touching Nesta, Cass knows he doesn’t want to crowd her with too much too fast, but his wing is unfurled just enough to touch Cassian’s over top of her. Creating their own connection while also making a protective barrier over their girl —

Shit.

Their girl, huh?

Well. Nothing is for sure. Nesta hasn’t fully admitted feelings for them or an interest to be in a full-fledged relationship but … Home. Damn, she has to know how much that means considering the state Cass had found her in.

Home to those who have been homeless, cast adrift in this busy world that will eat them up and spit them back out, that’s not a word that gets thrown around without deep emotions tied to it.

“I know he’ll be better behaved, maybe I should let Az —”

“No, it’s my turn,” Cassian practically whines, flexing his arm but not holding any tighter on Nesta so she doesn’t feel trapped.

“You’re ready for a big ass, Illyrian sized koala bear, right?”

Nesta snickers at the image Azriel provides, and Cassian gives him a shit eating grin. Yeah, he’s clingy as hell when he sleeps, so what? When he has someone like Az, or Nesta, in his bed, he’d be an idiot not to hold them as close as possible.

He’s so damn lucky.

“I guess I’ll deal with it,” Nesta grumbles, but her actions belie her words as she drives ever slightly closer into Cassian’s body heat.

Cassian swallows his excitement down again. He can’t let himself get carried away before anything is for certain here. It’ll break his heart if Nesta decides she wants nothing to do with them …

Nesta lets out a beautiful, content sigh as her eyelashes flutter shut. Her and Azriel don’t take long to fall into the steady breathing rhythm of sleep, although Cassian feels like he might vibrate out of his skin.

This isn’t the weekend he and Az had planned, but gods, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. He wants this, he wants them, and Cassian isn’t a male to let what he wants slip through his grasp. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep Nesta and Az happy, safe, secure with him and in their home.

Whatever they need, Cass will be for them.

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#poly+acotarweek2024 #nessriel #cazriel #acotar #acotar fanfic #my writing #nesta x cassian x azriel #join me in the era of cheesy endings

[newsafeconfinement]

RESIDENT EVIL HEADCANNONS BECAUSE AUUGGHHHHHHHH

request more people, its abt 1am and im about to conk

chris:

- filipino, but his and claire's adoptive family are white

- contrary to popular belief, hes never used steroids. he just loves his partners. ( @kernelpanicart and i's funny headcannon)

- nd: obvi ptsd and amnesia, but he also strikes me as the autistic type: my autistim sense is tingling when i look at him

- in a "everyone lives" scenario, he defo dates jill, piers, maybe wesker, and leon, and theyre all in a poly relationship

- trans but transitioned pretty early in life

- bisexual asf

jill:

- keeping the canon french/japanese bc yes

- hates all forms of makeup. not even for formal events. over her dead body would she wear makeup. youd have to hold her down to put it on.

- dating chris, leon, and carlos because 💞

- she marries them and doesnt cry while the boys are openly weeping

- trans!!! transwoman!!!!

- absolutely completely bisexual as hell

piers:

- whiteboy (terminal)

- has the hardest time focusing because of chris. he cant help it. chris sexy :(

- just dating chris

- demisexual and bi

- trans too because he got the tboy swag

leon:

- also a whiteboy (terminal)

- in my stars!leon au hes been caught making out with every single stars member. even wesker.

- the members affectionately called him "leon slutboy kennedy"

- dating chris like a little BITCH (but also makesout with helena when he can) and also ashley and luis

- trans

- bisexual

brad vickers (sorry im a brad stan):

- columbian

- GOD i could talk abt my brad hcs all day

- i might make a post abt him alone. hes so silly

- trans and doesnt really want to completely transition

- bi and proud

- annoys wesker

- also wesker's boyfriend because hehehehehehehehe

- and jill's

- and all of stars

- he loves his partners and snuggles them all the time

wesker:

- cunt (whiteboy, more specifically FRENCH)

- dating: chris, jill, brad, william birkin, and rebecca

- before you say it

- him and rebecca thoroughly talked it through, and do not have sex or any sort of major flirtation WITHOUT rebecca first engaging

- im mixed on the trans idea tbh

- pansexual

william birkin:

- dont get me started on the whiteboy.

- him and annette are in a open relationship and hes with wesker too

- loves his daughter so much

- honestly i feel like if he saw sherry in re6, he would be so proud of her

- bisexual? more like. more li. i dont have anything clever to say

sherry birkin:

- japanese/american (i like referencing the re2 concepts of annette bc i like variety in my women, so i feel shes japanese)

- also i feel like shes not like. completely thin like in re6. "oh but guuiiiii shes training with the government! she should be small!!!" no shut up. she deserves a little bit of plus sized body as a treat.

- JAKE WIFE'D HER.

- adores jake, even if work makes them not see eachother as much

- whenever theyre both home, they just hold eachother

- loves halloween and makes her own costumes

- cis

- defo bisexual

jake:

- white (french/eastern european, ukranian most likely)

- loves his wife

- sherry makes sure on his missions thathe eats properly

- doesnt really understand halloween but loves that sherry makes them both costumes

- sherry's definately helped him experience more western things

- cis

- bisexual

ashley:

- whitegirl

- dating leon and luis

- shes their self control bimbo

- has cried to the stupidest things

- she defo smokes ouid with luis and leon for fun

- we know what that always leads to, dont we?

- cis

-pansexual

finn:

- chinese/native-american

- has feelings for piers and chris but never will talk about it

- piers and chris do notice his heart eyes tho

- trans

- gay gay homosexual gay

ada:

- chinese

- full fledged lesbian that makesout with claire to piss off chris

- cis

claire:

- filipino, but also raised by white people so she doesnt really know that

- bi

- transwoman but doesnt get bottom surgery bc she doesnt wanna

barry:

- all american dad

- trys to stay up to date with everything so he can stay close to his daughters, but unironically says "yeet" instead of "yes"

- hes just my dad basically

rebecca:

- japanese/american

- literally adores wesker

- she patches him up after rough missions and talks about what shes been working on to keep him calm

- cis

- probablt bi? shes questioning mostly

#resident evil #chris redfield #albert wesker #leon s kennedy #finn macauley #ashley graham #luis sera #piers nivans #ada wong #jake muller #sherry birkin #william birkin #claire redfield #barry burton #rebecca chambers #headcanons

[suenitos]

stares at u with my big ol eyes. An au you say

its fuckign dire nunki cause i cant/dont write so a full fledged au from me? probably not.. however i did come up with a few ideas

-after joining the spider society each of spider!dteam's philosophies on canon events are a little different. george would probably be a stickler cause he likes rules and structure sapnap is more flexible and dream is on the miles morales-esque approach of having two cakes and saving as many people as possible. these philosophies shift after a multiverse accident resulting in the three of them being stuck together and like learning from each other and shit. later george is more of an anarchist especially after baby and dream and sapnap like a bit more stability but still not totally completely obedient to canon

-they still all grow up in different places: sapnap in texas dream in florida george in london. this makes their swing and fighting styles a lot different than if they were each located in new york but sapnap's style has a cowboy/american western influence with him using his webs more as a lasso and having gun webshooters. i like the idea of him on a horse too but this depends more if hes in the city or in a rural/suburban area. dream's florida is actually a normal US state (still weird nature going on including spiders) in his universe so he's the ONLY florida man which means he can't be super covert but since he grows up without fear of crocodiles alligators etc like everyone else that works to his advantage as spiderman; also he still runs away from the police as a kid in this universe. george's london is kind of the same as ours in that its big and touristy so no one really pays him mind as a dude running around in a spiderman costume and comic con still exists there. maybe he gets famous off of that as the London Spiderman Cosplayer while still fighting crime and villains as Actual spiderman. he probably has a suit that modifies according to if hes actually fighting or "cosplaying". maybe he gets tiktok famous as The london cosplayer

-their aliases are spidernap spiderdream and errorspider. dream comes up with their names after getting to know them through multiverse missions but before that sapnap and george just go by spiderman in their universes prior to them joining spider society. george occasionally calls sapnap "stinker-nap" or stinknap. george wont reveal which earth he's from cause hes weird like that so dream jokes that hes actually an anomaly. generally dream and sapnap call him george cause in george's london he takes advantage of the Cosplayer thing and decides to reveal his name and somehow it works cause theres a million Georges in england lol

-if the baby isnt actually dnf's: she came from a different Earth and stays in the spider society because her parent abandoned her and they take her in or she's babysat by them for more time than her parent has her (single parent?) so they mutually decide dnf (and sapnap) can take her in and raise her as their own. if the baby IS dnf's: george had her in his universe and co parents her with dream after breaking up with her mother or they mutually adopt her from one of their universes (though i guess legally that would be tricky). before getting her they joke that sapnap is their kid a few years into dating until sapnap gets tired and says they actually should be parents and theyre sent down the baby spiral

-gnfAss is still fucking REALLL even more so in the spiderman suit. dream likes it a lot obviously

-dnf chains but george codes it so they work as communicators across verses

-sapnap still studies compsci in his universe and is still a streamer. george still graduates with a degree in compsci and maybe engineering too. dream is a writer but hes still extremely knowledgeable about coding and had a hpfx on multiverse physics cause he needed it for a book. they dont meet in any of their earths even with the internet :(

-dream initially tried to come out as spiderman to his mom cause theyre close like that but she thought his secret was that he was queer and he chickened out and just rolled with it. she turned out to be accepting (florida still conservative) so he decided to not say anything to not ruin the moment. then he discovered he actually was and added the rainbow soles to his suit ^_^ he had to come out as spiderman later because of the george and daughter thing

this turned out way longer than i was intending lol i swear im normal

#i also still gotta tell you my thoughts on the MOVIE btw GODD it was so good #🌟.txt #ask.txt

[quillkiller]

okay have you ever thought about bellalily. or maybe belladora (bellatrix x pandora). i would also like to propose nardora maybe. i love wlw rarepairs. speaking of, pandora sleeps with prof sprout!

hello!!!!

ok so i have never thought about bellalily and i think i have a hard time seeing it ?? both in canon and in modern aus for some reason ?? i mean i guess in canon because bella is so much older (i hc her as being 8+ older than the marauders) and she’d already be a death eater. im not personally a fan of fully fledged deathers/muggle borns and especially not when bella would be so much older already and the clear power imbalance in their dynamic etc etc etc. i love my lily messy and self destructive and morally fucked up but im not comfortable with making her sleep with, even in secret, someone who has the dark mark and thinks her ’kind’ should die . to each their own and its all fictional and not that deep i guess but thats just me:/

in a modern au tho ?? or a no voldy au ?? maybe ?? i can’t really picture it ? i think they’re too similar in my mind ?? i don’t see lily as being bellas type, and i don’t see bella being lilys type ?? i have a very hard time picturing it but i would LOVE !!! to be convinced otherwise if you’d ever want to indulge me <3

BELLADORA HOWEVER!!!!!! YES!!!! i used to be insane about them and i think there are posts somewhere on my blog under the /belladora tag. to be they’re friends with benefits. they meet at regulus’ bday party and he invites his estranged cousin he hasnt seen for years because she finally left her family. shes full of repressed anger, doesn’t know how to act around people, nearly bites everyones heads off, scary and looks like she hasn’t slept in 2 years. in my mind she also looks older than she actually is. i picture her being 9 or 10 years older than regulus and his friends. anyway. panda takes one look at this socially inept murderuos woman and she’s immediately gone for her. she wants to be her friend. wants to study bella under a microscope. wants to keep her in a lab. she’s not scared off by her foul tongue in the least. pandora is younger, but still more experienced because shes a casual serial dater in my mind. bellas only experience is the man she was forced to be engaged to and they hadn’t even kissed. they’re both bad with social cues, neither of them knows where the line between friendship and ’something more’ lies, pandora is just being a good friend. showing bella the pleasures she hasn’t experienced. they grow codependant fast. regulus hates it. bella hangs off of pandora as if there’s a leash around her neck. pandora just wants to be around bella all the time. neither one of them knows what personal space means. they don’t consider it might be inappropriate sometimes how close they are. when pandora sits on bellas lap even tho there are 3 free seats available. neither of them thinks twice when pandora wants to try out a new spell or potion that will allow them to read each others minds. bella would be conjoined to pandora if she could. she hates evan simply for being pandoras twin. pandora asks bella to move in after theyve slept together twice

nardora i cant really see either ?? to me they’re from two entirely different planets and want completely different things. narcissa, to me, is a bit like petunia i think ?? she wants normal. she wants to be under the radar. she wants someone goal oriented and direct. someone wild, but not wild. someone who wont beat around the bush, someone who’s grounded. christ why am i lowkey starting to ship petunia/narcissa while writing this . omg…………… @sugarsnappeases

ANYWAY!! again!! i’d love to be convinced or nardora. im up for anything honestly :/

pandora/prof sprout 10/10 agreed i saw it happen with my own two eyes .

[fkevin073]

Heyyy! I saw that you wanted to do a full fledged Jace x OC story and I was so happy because lately the Jace fanfic tag has been dryyy. I know that you said it would be for the AU for SPAWS that you recently wrote, but will it be exactly like the AU? or will there be some changes regarding the plot line because I feel like making Alysanne and Jace maybe enemies after driftmark as well as good childhood friends would be cool and add a lot of angst like it did with IKYLAO. I also feel like people are so afraid to write Jace as somebody capable of hating or being mean/rude and it makes him so one dimensional as a character. Omg I feel like I’m ranting now, you absolutely don’t have to listen to me because it’s your story and you should do whatever feels right for it!

ah thanks so much anon!

um, tbh, it's too early to tell, but I will say if I did write it I'd add A LOT to the story. like there were so many scenes I wanted to include in SPAWS that I didn't get around to writing bc the prompts would be way way too long for what I'm aiming for with that series.

I do love the childhood friends trope, but tbh I don't want to veer too close into IKYLAO territory, bc I delved so much in that. I think I'd be aiming for more pining from a distance vibes on Jace's part? I still need to come up with a new name for Alysanne or the 'oc' in this. alysanne in IKYLAO will always be the only alysanne for me, so I can't duplicate it. I'm leaning towards Valaena, like aegon the conqueror's mother, but if u have any suggestions anon I'd welcome them.

so the vibes for the story would be like Jace having a very intense childhood crush on "alysanne" but she's super close to aemond and also like intrigued by Jace (I've got this vision of them being made to dance with each other by their instructors during their lessons and the thought of Jace going to Harwin for advice makes me smile bc it's just too cute) because he's like, kinder than either of her brothers but also becomes her enemy bc of what he did to aemond. the trajectory is unclear!

but yeah, Jace is a lot more complex than I think people give him credit for, though he is still my precious cinnamon roll! like even though he's kind, honourable, etc, he still has plenty of frustration and resentment for a lot of people in his life, or so I think. like the knowledge that no matter how hard you try or how good/kind/just/smart/good of a fighter you are, it'll never be enough for everyone bc of something out of your control (his Stong looks) is bound to eat away at someone.

I'm also really intrigued by his feelings towards Alicent. I don't think it's something that's been explored often. like as much as he might grow to love "alysanne" and desire her and the family/kids they have together, he's very much aware that alicent is largely responsible for Harwin being sent away and subsequently killed/the persistence of the rumours of his parentage, and I think that creates a really complicated/interesting level of tension in his marriage. I mean alicent is still my most precious repressed lesbian, but still! there's a lot to explore there.

and also like - the knowledge that the woman you love/have been forced to marry is possibly plotting against you and your mother is also just a really complicated/delicious dynamic.

I think it's fun especially bc in IKYLAO, alysanne didn't have kids with aemond, so her loyalties were automatically to her family/Jace, bc she wasn't even next in line anyway. But Jace is. A stand against him is a stand against her own son, and in this AU, the fem OC will have Jace's son, so her loyalties are torn - her family, or her son? it's an impossible choice, but I think like rhaenyra says in SPAWS, the love for your children outweighs all else, and is also what eventually leads "alysanne" to become estranged from her entire family when aemond loses control of Vhagar and attacks Jace with the boys. I didn't have the time/space/energy to speak of it in this AU, but the paranoia alysanne felt was very real.

obviously daemon doesn't like her bc she supplanted his own daughter as Jace's future queen, but Otto doesn't want her to have Jace's kids either, so she can never fully trust either side of the family with her sons. not really. the only person who loves her kids as much as she does is Jace, which is a large reason why she falls in love with him in this AU in the first place.

lol sorry I'm rambling, but I do think there's a lot to explore for this AU! but yeah, if people have any suggestions for names, I'm totally down.

#I kept you like an oath #Jace x alysanne #sacred prayer and we'd swear

[peninkwrites]

Before: Karl and Quackity (don't) Date - Ch 1 of ?

This fic is a part of the Before Times of the Mafia AU. It takes place 5ish years before the events of the main fic and is not necessary to understand the main story, but it is some backstory to Quackity and Karl's relationship.

(CW: mentions of abuse)

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The Mafia AU

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Karl is in trouble.  He feels like this happens to him a lot, especially lately.  It’s not that he’s gotten sloppy, it’s the cops have gotten nosier.  They’ve stopped wearing their uniforms East of the river, which, to be fair is probably practical to prevent more of their boys getting turned to swiss cheese by every gang member with a gun in the area, but it sure is fucking annoying when Karl is just trying to make a living.

So, now he’s sat down gloomily getting booked at the station.

“This is your third offense, Mr. Jacobs.  Next time I don’t think I can just slap you with a fine, alright?”  The Officer handling him tuts him.

“Mhm,” Karl is only half paying attention.  Whatever lesson they're trying to instill is useless.  Karl has to make a living somehow, and he doesn’t really have many other options.  He’ll take another fine– although, he’s worrying this one means he won’t make rent and that means getting kicked out of another apartment, but still, better than not making rent while also working 40 hours at a job that pays dirt– and if next time they try to make him serve time, that’s what, two years for being a repeat offender of some of the most pathetic, nonviolent petty crimes available?  In this city?  They should give him a metal.  He’ll get out in six months, good behavior and all that, six months of free food and housing too.

Could be worse.

“I hope you take this to heart this time, Mr. Jacobs, you seem like a nice enough young man.”

“Aw, thanks, Officer, you’re not too bad yourself,” Karl says with just enough sarcasm to escape the man’s notice.

“Stay here, you know the drill by now.  I have to get some paperwork,” he stands.

“Uh huh, I was thinking of taking a stroll around the station,” Karl says dryly, waving his hand cuffed to the desk.

“Are you really judging me?  Last time you–” He grows almost flustered.  “You went through a window, what’d you expect me to…” He walks away, still grumbling.

Karl taps his foot quickly, bored out of his mind.

“For the last time– you can’t expect me to let you interfere with a police investigation for the sake of what– your end of term thesis?”  Another Officer, Karl guesses a Lieutenant from the stupid uniform and the arrogant walk, enters the bullpen looking annoyed.  He is followed by a shorter man in a suit who looks emphatic.

“Come on, you know me!  I’m not interfering with your investigation, it’s– it’s academic curiosity!”  He grins, charming and handsome and clearly too clever for his own good.  “I’m not a full fledged lawyer, I’m not breaking some oath and you aren’t either!”

The officer standing opposite looks at him doubtfully.  “You always feel like I’m about to make a deal with the devil, d’you know that?”

The lawyer– or almost lawyer– feigns offense, a hand going to his chest.  “I cannot believe you think so little of me– You know how I operate, Lieutenant, I scratch your back, you scratch mine.  Eh?  You do me this tiny favor and let me get a look at those records, and I’ll owe you one,” he leans forward, waggling his eyebrows at him with a cocky smirk.

The officer sighs.  “Look, I won’t promise you anything.  Just– Just sit at my desk and don’t cause any trouble, and I will mention it to my supervisor and see what she says.  That’s my best offer.”

“You are too kind,” he pats the man’s arm before turning on his heels and proceeding to the desk adjacent to the one Karl is currently cuffed to.

Karl leans back in his chair.  “So,” he looks over at the stranger.  “What’re you in for?”

The law student gives him a look, maybe a bit amused.  “Sorry, pal, I am on the other side of the desk today.”

“Oh, really?” Karl frowns, as if confused.  “I guess I assumed it had to be a crime to look that good,” he gives the man a teasing look, clearly far too proud of himself.

The guy gives him at the very least a pity laugh.  “That was worse than terrible, d’you know that?”

“What can I say, comedy didn’t work out, that’s why I had to resort to a life of crime,” Karl sighs dramatically.  “I’m Karl by the way.  I’d shake your hand, but I’m a bit inflexible right now,” Karl pulls on the cuff.

The man seems to be calculating something, his eyes are a warm, deep brown, a hint of mischief there Karl can’t help but find intriguing.  He’s handsome, too, Karl thinks.  That would explain why he wants this person he’s just met to keep looking at him.  “I’m… I’m Q.”  Each word is measured, and Karl knows Q isn’t exactly a typical name, or necessarily a name at all, but if it’s what the guy wants to give right now, he’s fine with that.

“Nice to meet you, Q.  Wish it were under less… y’know, not great circumstances, but what can I say, I’m unlucky,” Karl shrugs.

“Well, I have pretty good luck, I’d say.  Enough to gamble on it,” Q grins.  “What’re you in here for?  Don’t tell me it’s something fucking awful, like assault and battery, or insider trading.”

“Never!  What, you think I’m some kind of monster?” Karl gasps, as if offended.  He shrugs.  “Nah, got caught hawking watches out on 47th.”

“Watches?” Q raises an eyebrow at him.  “Are they legit?”

“Of course.  I am a very serious salesman.  I would never sell a fake,” Karl deadpans.  “Okay, but actually, some of ‘em are real.  A couple I had on me when they picked me up this time were,” Karl stares wistfully at the drawer where he knows all of his hard earned wares are now bagged up as evidence.

“They’re in there?” Q nods to the officer’s desk.

“Yeah.  Can’t reach, obviously,” Karl again gestures to his wrist.

Q glances toward the rest of the bullpen, but those few at their desks are preoccupied and not facing them.  “Okay, I’ll only get the two legit ones, got it?  Any more and you’re bound to get busted.”

“Really?” Karl stares at him.

“Come on, let’s be quick about this, which one’s are legit?” Q quickly slips behind the officer’s desk, opening the drawer Karl had nodded to and pulling out the plastic bag.  “Sweet, we got lucky, he just bagged ‘em, he didn’t take inventory– so which is it?”

Karl sits up excitedly.  “The Montblanc– That was so hard to get, like, you have no idea– and the Gruen.”

Q frowns.  “Okay, so, most people– normal people, not rich dickheads– don’t know this shit, so.  You wanna say it another way?”

Karl laughs, “yeah, fair point.  I mean if you look close you can literally see the names, but I get it we’re on a time crunch, it’s the one with the red and black case and the one with the gold dial and leather strap.”

“Okay, that’s easier,” Q fishes them out of the bag, quickly returning it to the drawer and offering them to Karl.

Karl hesitates, about to accept.  “Keep one of them.  That’s only fair.  You pick.”

“What?” Q frowns, almost wary.  “I’m giving them to you.”

“And I’m paying you back.  I owe you,” Karl pushes.  “They’re nice watches.  If you don’t want it, sell it.”

Q shakes his head.  “I can’t turn up at the house with a new fancy watch.  Too many questions.”

That Karl will grudgingly accept.  He’s quick to stow both of them in a carefully hidden pocket inside the lining of his jacket.

“Okay, you didn’t take the watch, at least let me buy you a drink,” Karl tries again.

Q almost winces, giving Karl a sympathetic look.  “You’re cute, and I would, I’m just–” He hesitates.  “I’m taken.  Sort of.”

Karl doesn’t actually feel that put out.  The guy is cute and charming sure, but he’s also fun to be around.  He doesn’t need to go on a date with him.  “Well, does taken sort of mean you can’t hang out as friends?  I just wanna pay you back, y’know?”

Q still hesitates, and Karl doesn’t really know him well enough to read his expressions, but for a moment there he’d say the guy looked sad.

“Yeah.  You know what, sure.  I’ll… I’ll let you buy me one drink, but that’s all, okay?  I have work I still gotta do, and– and a paper to write, so don’t think we’re getting wasted together, got it?” Q is firm with this, like he expects Karl to push back.

“That’s fine with me, dude,” Karl shrugs.  “I’m not a huge drinker anyway, I’ll probably just get a strawberry daiquiri or something.”

Q laughs.  “A strawberry daiquiri?”

“What?  You’re wasting your time under a prohibition state sneaking away to drink hard liquor?  That’s like, the most boring thing you can do when you’re committing the most common criminal offense in the city,” Karl points out.  “Might as well have fun with it.  The crime part should be enough for you to keep your cool guy points.”

“Right, right.  And when were you planning on buying me that drink?” Q asks, both teasing and challenging him.

“Uh, in about 20 minutes after I sign away my soul to Officer do-better-Mr.-Jacobs,” Karl puts on a mocking voice, like an annoying principal.

“Oh, freedom is within reach, Mr. Jacobs,” Q says as the Officer returns, Q equally distracted by his own endeavors as the Lieutenant comes back for him as well.

Quackity leaves the station and considers just walking away.  This is dangerous.  He doesn’t know this man, he doesn’t know what he knows about him.   The guy doesn’t seem very cautious.  He’d given Quackity his full name, and he hadn’t been lying if he’s to believe the cop dealing with him had the right name written down, and it really seemed he had been there by chance.  Quackity hadn’t told anyone about his run to the station.  And the man had first offered him a watch.  Quackity could’ve just accepted it and the guy wouldn’t have asked to buy him a drink.

He seems to be genuine.  Quackity decides to stay, leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette.

Quackity doesn’t know when he started thinking like this, thinking that someone was out to get him.  He also doesn’t know when he became the sort of person who snuck around behind his partner’s back.  But it’s not a date.  So it’s not sneaking around.

It’s not that he’s unhappy, or that he doesn’t love Schlatt, things have just…

Things have changed.

He feels like when not working on school he’s constantly at Schlatt’s place, and here was the first fucking opportunity he’s had to do something fun, something without Schlatt, in ages.  He always said no when his classmates asked him to come along for drinks, because he’d always assumed Schlatt would want him.  Some nights he did, and some nights he didn’t and Quackity would go back to his shitty student housing and remain there alone.

Karl exits the station as the sun is starting to set and looks almost surprised by the sight of him.  “You’re here,” he smiles.  Quackity is annoyed to find his smile is utterly endearing.

“Uh, yeah, you owe me a drink,” Quackity puts out his cigarette against the bricks.

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” Karl walks beside him with a skip in his step.  “S-So, I don’t know where you usually get your drinks, but like, there’s this new-ish place my friend has, under her bakery?  It’s–”

“Under a bakery?  Oh, yeah, Secret City,” Quackity nods, frowning.

“How do you know it?” Karl looks at him, surprised.

“I haven’t gone myself, but my…” Quackity mulls it over.  Boss?  Partner?  Boyfriend?   “My boss has… let’s say some investment in the place.”  Since her recent success, Schlatt has delightedly taken a cut of her cash and her supply of booze from Puffy.

“Okay, that’s totally shady,” Karl gives him a look.

Quackity is thinking fast.  Niki has always been cold and aloof whenever he’s gone to her bakery during business hours, downright hostile if he was in the company of Schlatt, but Tubbo has been going over there regularly, he’s avoidant to talk about it, but Quackity can guess he finds the place a bit cozier than home.  And Quackity doubts Niki would snitch to Schlatt considering she loathes the man, but there’s other factors to consider.  She wouldn’t tell him out of concern, but if she held it over Quackity that she could go running off and tell Schlatt, that’s some weighted fucking leverage.

The question remains:  Would Niki do that?

Quackity doesn’t have money, or power beyond what Schlatt gives him.  He can’t do anything for her.  She must know he can’t get Schlatt to ease up on her business any more than she can.  He doesn’t know.  Quackity almost startles himself as his next impulse is he wishes he could ask Tubbo if he can trust her.  Tubbo.  He’s fucking thirteen.  They’ve had maybe ten solo conversations in the past year.

“Q?”

Quackity actually jumps.  “Shit, sorry, I uh–”  Any place has some risk.  At least he knows Niki’s hatred of Schlatt means his supporters are less likely to patron her.  “Yeah, Secret City sounds good.”

“Okay, good,” Karl gives him a smile, already walking close enough that their shoulders are touching and Quackity on instinct buries his hands in his pocket and keeps one hand around his wallet.

“Um, I have a car?  We could drive over,” Quackity offers.  He doesn’t have a car.  Schlatt has many cars and allows Quackity to drive one.

“Oh, yeah sure!” Karl nods.  “I do not have a car,” he laughs lightly.

“What?  Selling watches on the street doesn’t pay?” Quackity feigns surprise.

“Uh, not really.  A lot of stuff to pay for to… to y’know, live.”  Karl whistles at the sight of one of Schatt’s more modest vehicles, which isn’t saying much.  “Aren’t you in law school?  Are your parents lawyers too?”

Quackity winces, “it’s… I got it through my work.  It’s not actually mine.”  He keeps on saying through work.  His boss.  He doesn’t know when that became the case.  It’s not like Schlatt pays him.  It’s not like he does much actual work– he’s a law student, he can’t do much, even if it’s clear Schlatt already has a career plan in mind for him, his primary job being keeping Schlatt out of trouble.  Quackity only called Schlatt his Boss instead of his partner or boyfriend or whatever because he tended to refer to him as the Boss in the company of Schlatt’s other little underlings.  Quackity is at least somewhat aware his position in all this is to be a well behaved and attractive companion to Schlatt.  In exchange, he gets his law school paid for, he gets to drive nice cars, he gets Schlatt’s affection and even a little power over his lackeys.  And that was worth it, he thinks.

“Oh, yeah, fair.  What kind of work?” Karl asks.  It takes one look at Quackity’s face for him to backtrack.  “Right.  None of my business.”

Quackity appreciates that.

He drives up slowly alongside the darkened bakery.

“Trust me, they’re open,” Karl teases.

“Mhm,” Quackity replies dryly, parking in a side street.  “Y’know, you do realize you’re taking a risk by showing me your friend’s speakeasy, right?  What if I was a fucking snitch?”

Karl gives him a look.  “Well, you already stole stuff from a police station for me, and you know if you report the place and we all confirm you were here having drinks too, like.  The cops won’t reward you for being a snitch.  The cops don’t care.  So.  I’m feeling pretty confident because of the whole mutually assured destruction deal.”

“Mutually assured destruction?” Quackity scoffs.  “Damn, you’re prepared, huh?”

He shrugs.  “I mean, if you’ve lived around here for more than a few months, I feel like you should get it.”

Quackity can’t pretend he doesn’t agree.  “Yeah.  Yeah, fair enough.”

Karl heads behind the building and down a narrow set of steps to a back door.  He knocks, three times, a pause, and then once more.  The door opens a hair.  “Sourdough.”

The door opens the rest of the way, and a tall, gangly figure in a mask answers.

“Hey, Ranboo!” Karl steps in past him, Quackity close behind.  He doesn’t recognize the doorman, but he immediately spots Niki Nihachu behind the bar.

“...hi Karl,” the man at the door, Ranboo, is actually not a man but a very tall boy, his voice still the high, cracked uncertainty of being barely a teen, if that.  Ranboo watches Quackity enter, like he knows him.

Quackity immediately feels like there’s a target on his back.  He doesn’t think he’s seen this kid before, but he’s staring at him like that for a reason.  Maybe because Quackity has never been here before?  He knows speakeasies are often much more abrasive to strangers.

Niki is also staring him down, for much more obvious reasons.  Quackity is quickly starting to regret agreeing to come here.  What the fuck was he thinking?  That Niki would welcome him with open arms?  The last time they’d met, Quackity had stayed by Schlatt’s side while he mocked her and his boys emptied her register.

“Hey, Niki!  This is my friend Q–” Karl, if he notices the tension, makes up for it with an unnecessary introduction.  “Q, this is Niki!”

Niki is staring at him, daring him to make the first move.

“Hi, Niki.  Uh.  I won’t stay here long, Karl just wanted to buy me a drink and I…” Quackity doesn’t know how to defend himself.  “That’s all.”  He hopes it doesn’t sound like bargaining to Karl, even if that is most definitely what it is.

Niki glances from Karl to Quackity.  She could ruin this for him right now.  Quackity isn’t even sure what this is.

“Okay, Q,” she says coolly.  “What do you want?”

Quackity doesn’t know why he feels such intense relief.  It can’t be because you like this guy, right, Quackity?  You’re not gonna become the kind of pathetic person to go behind his partner’s back, see other people?

That raises the equally terrifying thought, something he has done his best not to acknowledge, but it means that Quackity would leave Schlatt if he could.  Meaning, he currently can’t, and that is why he is here.  But it’s not a date.  And he doesn’t like this Karl guy.

Then why are you here then?

Quackity ignores his own merciless thoughts, turns to Karl and says, “you’re buying, you pick.”

Karl grins.  “I mean, sure, but you know that means we’re both drinking strawberry daiquiris, right?”

“What makes you think I’d be against a fruity cocktail?” Quackity teases.

Niki glances between the two of them, like she’s puzzling something out.  Quackity can imagine her thoughts jumping to: right, fruity, even if she doesn’t say it aloud.  Quackity looks at her, daring her to say something, and maybe looking a little desperate from the way her expression, for just a moment, shifts to one of pity.  “Alright, coming right up,” she eventually shrugs and reaches for a couple of glasses.

“Uh, can you go light on the rum for me?  I’m driving home,” Quackity says quickly.  Driving, yes.  But also he has no intention of getting any more vulnerable right now.

“Oh, ditto!  Just ‘cause I don’t really like rum, anyway,” Karl nods.

“Got it.”

“And, Niki, can you just put it on my tab?” Karl looks apologetic.  “My pockets are looking a little light right now, just came from the police station.”

Niki gives him a look.  “Really, Karl?  Again?  I’m surprised they’re still just fining you.”

Karl looks sheepish.  “I mean, my charming good looks seems to make them think I’m really a good kid at heart,” he says mockingly.

“Yeah, you’ve got a sweet face.  Of course they fall for it,” Quackity laughs.  He notices Niki glance back over to him, eyebrows raised, and realizes he’s doing something dangerous.

“Aw, you think my face is sweet,” Karl grins, oblivious to the consequences.

“Maybe I’m just trying to butter you up so you’ll buy me another drink,” Quackity tries to keep his tone more focused on banter than flirting but they’re all but one and the same.

“I will, if you want!”

“No, no, no need, Karl,” Quackity is a bit thrown off by Karl’s genuineness.  

“Alright, just saying I would,” Karl shrugs.

Niki returns with their drinks.  “I will put it on your tab.  This time,” she gives Karl a knowing glare.

Quackity briefly wonders if this time means the other guys he’s brought back here and bought drinks, or just in general.

Niki’s stare turns to him.  “Nice to meet you, Q.  You better take care of him, or I’ll kill you,” she says and it almost sounds like she’s kidding, in that protective friend manner, but Quackity knows better.  He nods.

“No, no Niki we’re not on a date,” Karl is actually quick to defend him.  “I literally just said I’d buy him a drink.  He helped me out, got me back some of my best watches in the station.”

“Oh, did he?” Niki is still assessing him in some way.  “Well, have fun on your not-a-date.”  She leaves them to check on her other patrons, and Quackity almost feels embarrassed by Karl’s need to clarify.

“So, what you do for a living is off limits, and I have a feeling asking about your love life might be a touchy subject,” Karl swirls the straw in his drink, resting his chin on his hand, “so what d’you do for fun, Q?”

Quackity almost would have preferred if he’d asked about his job.

“Right now?  Not much.  I’m… I’m in law school, y’know?” Quackity laughs dryly.  He pushes the focus back on Karl immediately.  “What about you, huh?  What’d you do when you’re not selling watches?”

Karl shrugs.  “I mean, this.  Go out, hang out with friends.  I write some.”

“Oh?” Quackity raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing special, just helps me keep my thoughts in order.  I do like historical stuff, though.”

“Like what?”

Karl mulls over what to tell him.  “Just like, short stories.  Hypothetical history stuff, hypothetical future stuff. I’m not big on the research part, it’s more fun than anything.”  Karl looks at Quackity almost accusingly.  “If you’re gonna laugh, go ahead.  It’s not some nonsense of oh a watch thief who wants to be a writer, it’s just… it’s just fun, y’know?  I mean, you still haven’t told me your hobbies.”

“No, no I’m not judging you, I’m not laughing,” Quackity says quickly.  “I think it’s cool.  Like, really.  Actually cool.  You’re… you’re making something, y’know?  Not many people who can say that.  All I have to write is the most boring papers you’ve ever read in your life.”

“I guess,” Karl stares at his drink, almost unsure of what to do with his genuine support.

“I mean…” Quackity hasn’t thought about this in a long time.  “I played guitar, at one point.  Back in school.  I didn’t have a guitar, I used the school’s, but… I was alright at it.”

“You should pick it up again,” Karl says immediately.  “If you liked it.  And– And if you need a guitar, I can get you one.”

Quackity stares at him, wide-eyed.  “Get me one?”

Karl looks sheepish.  “I, y’know, I have connections.  I could… find you a guitar.”

“Steal one?”

“No.  Well, no, I wouldn’t be the one doing the stealing.”

Quackity shakes his head, exhaling a laugh, staring at the back of the bar.  He doesn’t know what to do with the absurdity of someone so willing to just do something kind for the hell of it, for someone he’d just met.  “Nah… thanks, but… no.  I don’t have time for it.”

Karl falters.  “Okay, well.  If you change your mind.”  Karl scans the bar, grabbing a napkin and a pen from by the register.  “Here’s… here’s my phone number.  If you ever change your mind.”  He slides the napkin across the counter.

Quackity stares at it like it might bite him.  “Thank you, but… there’s no need, alright?  You’ve bought me a drink, you don’t owe me any more than that.”

Karl actually looks crestfallen.  “It’s not… it’s not owe.  I just wanted to…” Karl pauses, still pushing it forward.  “Please just keep it.  You can throw it away when you leave, but just for now, keep it.  In case you change your mind.”

Quackity frowns, before grudgingly, maybe a little skeptically, folding the napkin and shoving it in his pocket.  Quackity has a funny feeling in his chest now.  He needs to get out of here.

“Thanks for the drink, and the company,” he stands, “but I really shouldn’t stay out too late.”  Quackity hesitates.  “You… you have a good night, Karl.  Take care of yourself, alright?”

Karl watches him go.  “Okay.  Uh, you too, Q.”

Quackity realizes he doesn’t want to leave.  He does anyway, his hands buried in his pockets.  He fidgets with the napkin as he heads back down the street and around the corner to his car.  He doesn’t leave immediately, sitting in the driver’s seat.  He rolls down the window furiously, and crumples up the napkin in his pocket, prepared to throw it out the window.

He hesitates.

This is the stupidest thing you’ve done in a while.  You remember what happened the last time you liked a boy.  The last time you liked a nice boy, a boy your age, a boy who didn’t have anything on you to keep you there.  He left you.  And now look where you are.

“What the fuck d’you think you’re doing?” Quackity mutters.  “Gotta get over yourself… That’s not an option for you anymore,” he tosses the napkin into the street.

He shakes himself, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath, like trying to wake from a dream.  He turns the car on and backs out of the alley.

He stalls.

He’s been with Schlatt almost two years now.  Their anniversary is coming up in less than a week.  And even closer, the one year anniversary of Schlatt hitting him for the first time.

He remembers the exact day– three days before their anniversary– but he doesn’t remember what they’d been arguing about.  Just that he’d been shouting at Schlatt one moment, then staring at him, stunned, with a stinging cheek.  That’s when he should’ve left.  That’s when he should’ve hit back– should’ve done something.

But then Schlatt had kissed him hard and Quackity had stupidly, desperately thought it had been a single moment, a single mistake driven by passion rather than control.  So instead he’d just kissed back until there were other things to distract him from the awful thought that this might be wrong, and that it might be too late for him to get out.

And three days later Schlatt had taken him out to dinner and doted on him and given him flowers and they’d celebrated their one year anniversary with champagne.  And Quackity had continued to try to convince himself that it had just been a mistake.

A mistake repeated.  It wasn’t always like that, and when it was it’s not like Quackity never did anything.  Sometimes he hit back, sometimes he’d storm off for the night or at least threaten to leave, and those efforts had mixed results.  Sometimes it made things worse, other times he got to leave.  He’d always come back in the morning, but at least he had it in him to go home some nights when things got bad.  And sometimes Schlatt would even apologize.  Not always, though.  That weight, that looming threat of one year, might be why he said yes to going with Karl in the first place.  He’d never take that kind of risk normally.

It’s been a year.  Last I checked, it hasn’t gotten any fucking better.

“Fuck,” Quackity parks, getting out of Schlatt’s car and walking back up the alley.  He grabs the crumpled up napkin and returns to the car.  He folds it carefully, tucking it into his wallet behind his ID.  Even if Schlatt were to take some cash, or just see what he had, he wouldn’t check his ID.  Now Quackity leaves.  He still has a fucking paper to write.

#honq #mafia au #my writing #dsmp #c!quackity #quackity #c!Karl

[megumitski]

hello these are the bnha fics i’ve read so far and i just made this to track them for myself. favorites are marked with a 💥! more bakudeku plus tododeku and other ships under the cut.

bakudeku

💥 Bluebird - EtherealBeing (53k)

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Let’s Be Alone Together - lalazee (3k)

Prompt: Deku being aggressively forward in his pursuit of Bakugou, and how that big oaf would react to someone else actually making the first move.

“Are you going to spend your entire life wishing you’d kissed me or are you gonna grow some balls and fucking do it?”

Bell Pepper - ticklishivories (7k)

Midoriya knew they wouldn’t talk about it. He was right. But he never thought it’d happen again.

spilling over every side - failbender (6k)

No good deed goes unpunished, not when there's a crazy lady with a complex and Lust Quirk parading around the city. By now, Katsuki should probably be used to things blowing up in his face.

be loved - bonnia (5k)

They sit there, in the darkness of the common room, about a few centimeters between them, but miles apart. Somehow, the quiet is companionable. More than it has been in many years. Katsuki knows he’s responsible for the rift between them, and he knows even more that it can’t only be Deku who attempts to mend it.

“Hey,” he says, after a while, and Deku turns to him in question, but Katsuki refuses to look his way. “Touch me again.”

(or: the kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands)

Leftovers - brichibi (6k)

“Did you two make up?”

That. That’s why that fight felt like it was worth it, even if, technically, Izuku can’t answer her. Have they made up? Is this making up?

He actually doesn’t know.

[Or: the house arrest fic where it is, somehow, more awkward to talk through feelings than it is to fight]

lust-drunk - theboykingofhell (8k)

The one where Bakugou tries not to lose his mind to lust, and Midoriya is the useless gay who does nothing to help that matter at all.

💥 Quiet Rapture - lalazee (261k) - inc.

That A/B/O fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personality to woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

💥 A Demolition Boy & his Cryptid BF - kewltie (8k)

Bakugou of the Demolition Squad is famous for running one of the most popular Youtube channels on the web that regularly blow shit up and jumped off a perfectly good building for shit and giggles. He's also famous for his Cryptid BF™, never appearing on camera except for a few bodyshots and all information on him is kept locked up tighter than Fort Knox, therefore drawing all sort of attention and curiosity toward his mysterious boyfriend.

Deku from Deku Explains is a hopeless chatterbox who is known for uploading 20-30 minutes video that talked about his favorite shows and comics and have one of the most devoted following on Youtube. He also can't seem to shut up about his boyfriend Kacchan, who regularly make his presence on the channel as a disembodied voice.

They should theoretically have nothing in common except a shared platform to host their content and an army of fans with an endless curiosity and devotion to their Youtubers. Vidcon is where we lay our scene and the internet is about to get a rude wake up call.

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? - reading_raindrop (8k)

“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”

Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.

“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”

“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”

Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would

💥 take care - Chrome (2k)

There are words to say stay safe, I’ll miss you, I love you, but Kacchan has always preferred to leave things unspoken. Izuku isn’t much with languages, but he thinks he’s figured out this one.

---

“Emotional constipation manifested as over-the-top housewifery?” Mina asks. Before Izuku can say that is not what he meant at all, she nods. “Yeah, I can see it.”

Just Look At Me - Colourcubify (52k) - dnf

Midoriya is completely happy with his life. Nope, not one single regret in his twenty-seven years. He especially doesn't regret running into his old childhood friend/bully after almost ten years, nor does he regret spilling coffee all over his very expensive looking suit. How nice it will be to die with no regrets. ~~~~ AKA the sugar daddy AU I meant to be a one shot, that turned into a full fledged story.

A Nest for the Best - Camellia_Sinensis (1k)

Deku’s been nesting and asking everyone in 1-A for pieces of clothing for his horde. Everyone, that is, except Katsuki. Cue the jealousy.

unforgiving - i_write_emotion (19k)

Deku is hit with a quirk that takes away his ability to forgive, and Bakugou’s world comes crashing down. Quirkless!Deku. Pro-hero!Bakugou.

@ Deku WRONG CHAT - katyastark (16k) - inc.

Deku: THE LENGTHS I WOULD GO TO JUST LICK THE SWEAT OFF HIS ABS hnnnnnghhh

Deku: or! like! It doesn’t even have to be his abs! It could be anywhere else! I’m not picky!

Pinky: excuse me what

ChargeDolt: OMG

Uravity: @Deku WRONG CHAT

I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married. - InkspillsNotebook (6k)

Ta-Da!!!! I hope you all enjoy the finished product!!! I'm sorry (not sorry) I broke a lot of you when I first posted this to tumblr!!

Procrastination - capncapk (5k)

But it is still surprising to see his more-than-friend-but-also-lover-he-guesses in his office seeking attention though Izuku already turned him down.

Usually he'll get a text of 'wyd?' followed by a time and place if Izuku responds with a confirmation, and silence if he's busy.

Or slammed into the wall in the agency's shower for a quickie if no one was around, which despite his anxiety, he often acquiesces to.

While You Were Sleeping - Belkacaramelka (71k)

The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Quirkless AU based on the film; endgame BakuDeku. -- Katsuki didn’t know when the change had happened: how he had gone from asking why Todoroki chose Deku of all people, to wondering why it was Todoroki that Deku chose. Troublesome Deku, who cooed like an idiot at cats, tripped at a random catcall and sang badly. Who, despite everything, proved that it wasn’t the quirk that defined a person. Deku, who was too much, not his, and undeniably off limits to begin with.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) - vannral (16k)

In complete honesty, no one who knows the Class 3-A should be surprised anymore. Izuku is asleep.

In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

Yes, They’re All Safe - teaandtumblr (5k)

Villains have entered UA grounds and are disposed of just as quickly, but that doesn't mean a headcount of the students doesn't need to be done. Toshinori would admit, he wasn't quite prepared for what he found in Bakugou Katsuki's room.

💥 all choked up - spicyrabbit (5k)

Bakugou Katsuki had a habit of turning away from the heard. At 16, he does this by coming to terms with wanting, desperately, to see his childhood friend cry.

💥 May I take your order, dipshit? - supercrunch (6k)

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

blooms every hour - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“It’s you, okay?!” Deku screams. “It’s you. And I know you’ll never love me back, so -” Deku wipes his eyes and straightens. “So just leave it.”

-----

Deku has hanahaki, and Katsuki doesn't know how to save him.

all choked up - dynamighttiddy (7k)

“Deku, what the fuck are you doing?!”

Izuku asks Kacchan to help him train blackwhip. Things don't exactly go according to plan.

A Fight To The Death - iknewaman (10k)

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

💥 Like the Moon - osakakitty (15k)

Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Canon-verse story in which Bakugo is confused about his feelings for Midoriya, and doesn’t know what he wants. Besides a good night’s sleep.

💥 We Wear Chains on the Weekend - surveycorpsjean (35k)

Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare.

"Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways.

Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

take me out to dinner first - dynamighttiddy (3k)

“Kacchan,” Deku chides. “What’s going on?”

Katsuki takes a deep breath.

He trusts Deku with his life. He can trust him with this, too.

“Have sex with me.”

-----

Katsuki Bakugou is one of the only virgins left in class 3-A - and with graduation just around the corner, he's desperate to change that.

💥 that ultra kind of love - dynamighttiddy (11k)

“So, uh,” Kirishima starts. “Was that your first kiss?” he whispers, almost sheepish. Katsuki’s stomach drops, and he freezes. Memories of green eyes and freckles and soft lips flash behind his eyelids. “Yeah,” he lies easily. “That was my first kiss.”

-----

In which Bakugou pretends Kirishima is his first kiss, amongst other things.

to the moon and back - kewltie (1k)

"He gets stupid when he's drunk," Katsuki seethes in his seat as he watches Izuku croon love notes into Uraraka's throat. He’d never met a worst lightweight then Deku, who become some kind of demented affectionate monster.

💥 Bridges - supercrunch (18k)

Yaomomo sighs. “We’ve got a little bit of a situation, Bakugou. Ashi—uhm, somebody might have accidentally signed you up for that modelling gig.”

Katsuki holds up a hand. "So what you’re telling me here," he says, "is that you told Calvin Klein I would model for them. In my underwear.”

Ashido sinks behind a desk to hide. “Yes.”

(The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart.

So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.)

Crescendo - supercrunch - inc. (4k)

(Izuku's band is on their way to the top of the charts. But the real star, he thinks, is the drummer.)

Guilty Kiss - osakakitty (1k)

He could feel Midoriya's eyes on him. Even though he knew it was wrong, Bakugo still wet his lips in anticipation.

(Canon-verse) A short story about making out in a closet. It's messy, but so is their relationship.

💥 Surfaces - surveycorpsjean (25k)

Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right.

As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Classical conditioning - supercrunch (8k)

(or: how to trick a boy into going out with you.)

Alright. Maybe his idiot friends had a point, Katsuki thinks as he shoulders open the front door. His mother’s in the living room drinking coffee. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and stomps over. “Am I charming?” he demands, blocking the TV.

Mitsuki pats his cheek. “Oh, hon. Not at all.”

💥 Dance Bunny - EllaBesmirched (17k)

Katsuki Bakugou spends most week nights by himself, sitting in a corner at his local strip club and passing time until he feels tired enough to sleep. Work leaves him stressed and the new city he moved to a year ago is just different enough that he can't sleep at night and can't seem to get comfortable no matter where he is.

When he finally changes up his schedule and decides to head to the club on a Saturday night, he is instantly infatuated with a part-time dancer who can do things with his body that Katsuki didn't even know were possible. The dancer calls himself Bunny. By the second lap dance, Katsuki realizes he is in trouble.

but the entrails are the best part! - supercrunch (15k)

The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

tododeku

(You Know You’re Really) Cute - ladyhoneydarlinglove (2k)

Kirishima poses the question, who’s the cutest boy in Class 1-A? The answers kind of surprise everyone, especially Midoriya.

Everything Except - Pouler (28k)

"In retrospect, Midoriya probably should’ve realized the moment they were enveloped in a glittering pink cloud that something was about to go Very Wrong."

After an encounter with a unique villain threatens to change the nature of their partnership, Midoriya must find a way to get things back to normal between him and Todoroki. That is, if he's certain that getting 'back to normal' is what he really wants...

count your blessings, not your flaws - PitViperOfDoom (7k)

Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

Riddles in the Heart - PitViperOfDoom (19k)

The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye.

Of course, there's only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.

Late bloomer - Nohaljiachi (10k)

That’s why when they’ve found themselves face to face on the ring of the sport festival once more, for the third time ever since they’ve met each other, and Izuku smiled at him, eager and challenging, self-confident but never full of himself, Shouto blinked, dazed and shocked, in realizing just how blindingly beautiful his best friend was. The way Izuku’s white shirt clung on his muscles, the little peek of his collar bone and the hard lines of his pecs visible under it, the way his thighs curved and filled the school gym uniform.

‘Oh, fuck—‘ Shouto thought, his head spinning, feeling like he just got run over by a freight train. ‘Shit. He’s- hot?’

Burn and Breathe - PitViperOfDoom (11k)

Soulmates are connected through pain, and some bonds have more to share than others. Todoroki Shouto wishes he could reject his soulmate. Midoriya wants nothing more than to protect his own.

one string, fit for a bow - furihatachlookie (5k)

There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya's realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn't love at first sight either.

It sorta just... happened over time.

fire and feelings - kagshina (8k)

“Uh…” he starts, eyes widening. “Your finger’s on fire.”

Todoroki’s face scrunches together, confused, and then he looks down, noticing the flame. Midoriya watches as shock flashes across Todoroki’s face, and then horror, and then finally settles on embarrassment as he puts out the flame.

“Shit,” Todoroki mumbles, and Midoriya’s lip curves upward.

bakutododeku 

💥 Fire in the Mountains - EllaBesmirched (168k)

“I’ll do it.”

Enji froze, fingers curling into a fist at his side, and didn’t turn around.

Shouto froze too, feeling his own eyes widen in shock at the words that had come out of his mouth, at the fact that he had actually stood up, followed his father out of the room, and dashed after him all just to say… he’d do it? He would do it? Him. Shouto Todoroki. He would--

Enji finally turned around and fixed Shouto with an expression so scathing, Shouto had to fight to keep his chin raised. “You’ll marry the Barbarian King.”

Shouto blinked. “Yes.”

The Ballad of Love and Hate - EllaBesmirched (6k)

After eight painfully long years, Katsuki finally has Izuku back. He's determined to keep him this time, and to do that, he knows there are some things he has to say.

(mis)matched - ethydium (12k)

Midoriya doesn't hate the idea of finding one's soulmate, even though he had long since given up on finding his own. And then Bakugou and Todoroki match, and while he's happy for them, his heart breaks from all the unsaid things he feels for them.

Or:

Midoriya pines and suffers his way to his own happy ending.

pillowed by love - ethydium (21k)

As a prank, Uraraka gets Midoriya a body pillow (dakimakura) with the image of Bakugou printed on it. Then another one with Todoroki's picture. Chaos ensues.

other

For who could learn to love a beast? - supercrunch (4k) - bakutodo

Bakugou takes a deep breath and steps out into the living room, eyes automatically adjusting to the change in light. There’s a boy hanging up his coat in the hall. He’s handsome, albeit in an annoying way, hair dyed two colours to match his heterochromia and skin pale and perfect and smooth. He looks expensive. “Bakugou.”

“That’s me,” Bakugou says. “You’re younger than I expected.”

“I’m older than I look.”

(Deku was right, damn him. Pretty boys are Bakugou's type.)

Want it All - surveycorpsjean (29k) - kiribakutododeku

“Hey, so..." Eijirou grins. "Can we ask you guys a question?"

Frankendick and the Great Acid Fiasco - EllaBesmirched (11k) - shiggyxdabi

Dabi had been intending to spend a very nice Saturday getting stoned and plotting murder, thank you very much, but when a trio of UA brats on enough L to kill a Beatle accidentally dose him and two other unsuspecting homicidal maniacs, Dabi has to change his plans a bit. Apparently no else around here knows how to trip balls and fucking enjoy it.

The Twitter - EllaBesmirched (8k) - tododenki

Shouto never really intended for anyone to find his secret Twitter account. He certainly didn't intend for Kaminari to see Shouto's thirst tweets about him. Luckily, Kaminari doesn't seem to mind.

pray you catch me - supercrunch (4k)

Katsuki pushes her shirt up to kiss her stomach. It’s silly, how it makes her heart flutter, how Izuku’s whispered I love you threatens to make her cry all over again. They’re unwrapping her from her clothes. They won’t let her hide, she thinks numbly. Won’t let her curl in on herself like she’s something dirty, Katsuki’s hands tugging off her underwear so she’s naked and exposed between them. “I,” she says breathlessly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be crying. I’m just being dumb.”

Izuku shushes her. Another tear trickles down her cheek and into her ear. He kisses it away, humming, brushing her bangs off her forehead so he can press his mouth between her brows. “You have every right to be upset. We’ll deal with him later. For now just let us take care of you.”

“She’ll get the message once you stop talking and fuck her,” Katsuki says, slipping his fingers into her. She clenches around him and shudders. “Gonna eat you out ‘til you forget how to move. Now put that fucking motor mouth to good use, Deku.”

#bnha #fic rec #mha #my hero academia #bakudeku #tododeku #bakutododeku #i do want to start reading kiribaku drop some recs pls #im just in a bakudeku hole #im not complaining i like it here #bnha fic rec #mha fic rec

[manonblaqkbeak]

The Little Bookshop

here’s my contribution for day 28--bookshop au. just one more story to go and i’ll be officially done with rowaelin month!!

cw: very light mention of female infertility. and verrrrrrrry light smutty language. (if theres any i missed, pls dont hesitate to let me know!)

2.7k words

enjoy!! :)

Aelin woke up surrounding by the arms of a furnace. That furnace being her six foot four husband. Normally, she would love waking up like this, but with summer arriving early and the very fact that she could spend all day like this despite the heat and the million things they had to do today it was not something Aelin could love at this very moment.

Kicking off the cotton sheets, Aelin tried to leave the bed but to no avail. Rowan's grip tightened in his sleep and he mumbled something that might have been “five more minutes”.

Knowing very well that “five more minutes” could turn into another hour, Aelin told her husband that she had to pee, otherwise she was going to wet the bed.

That worked, and Rowan planted a kiss between her shoulder blades as he turned over, facing the curtains.

A small mischievous smile found its way to Aelin's mouth as she quietly walked over to the cream blackout curtains and yanked them back, flooding their bedroom with the bright morning sun.

Rowan groaned at the rude interruption, flopping over on his stomach to avoid the sun. But Aelin simply back over and took the sheets and his pillow away from him (and because she could, she admired his muscled back, but soon came back to reality when all the things they had to do came flooding back).

“It's too early to be tortured like this,” Rowan mumbled, his green eyes finding hers. “And I thought you were about to wet yourself.”

Aelin gave him her best simpering smile. “A little lie. Now, get up, because we need to get started on the day.”

Grumbling at the sun still blinding him and the fact that he wife was always far too energetic in the morning, Rowan put on his summer slippers and shuffled into the kitchen behind his wife, who turned into a pale pink blur as she whirled around the kitchen, taking out the slow cooker and the dry ingredients for their dinner, the pumpkins and sweet potato and the peelers, and the Brussels sprouts that had to be halved. She rattled on about the guest room and the living room, going on and on and on.

They had been married for five years, together for seven, and Rowan still had no idea where she got all this energy in the morning from—especially considering that she would often tell people that she was not a morning person. He couldn't even comprehend most of what she was saying until he had his water and coffee.

After downing his water and turning on the coffee pot, Rowan heard Aelin muttered something about the roof gutters needing cleaning as she peeled the sweet potatoes over the sink, Rowan gently placed his hands on her face and kissed her.

“Breathe,” was all he said.

“I don't have time to do something like that, there's just so much to do.”

Rowan kissed her again and again until Aelin relaxed to his touch slightly. “I know how important this day is to you,” he said to her gently, “for us and the store, but I promise that everything will be fine.”

Aelin dumped the sweet potato and peeler in the sink and wrapped her arms around his bare waist, hugging him tightly as she rested her head on his chest. Taking a deep breath, Aelin smelled the homely scent of Rowan. When she had first meet him, he had been a surly bastard, but she couldn't deny that he smelled good. It was the main thing that drew her to him, that he always smelled like home.

His personality, however, was abrupt as her own back then. But they had worked to better themselves, both individually and then as friends and then beyond, when that friendship turned into something more.

To this day, Aelin never thought that she would have married the scowling bookshop owner she met when she moved to Doranelle. That the man who she thought really shouldn't be in customer service would become the most important person to her. She often told people that Rowan was her soulmate, that there was no better word to describe what he was to her.

Rowan ran his hand up and down her cotton-clad back, the motion always making her melt. “It's just,” she found herself saying after long minutes, “this is such an important day not just for us, but for Elide. It's her first book tour and I want it to go well. I would hate it if something went wrong.”

“Nothing will go wrong,” Rowan assured his wife.

“Unless you've developed psychic abilities overnight,” Aelin said, her voice taking on her snarky tone when she was getting stressed, “there is not possible way you could know that.”

“No, I have not developed clairvoyant skills, but I know that things will work out because you were there every step of the way planning this event with Elide and her team, it will work out spectacularly.” He had helped when he could, but Aelin was best at planning things in their relationship. She knew when things needed to be better or more organised, her passion for creating eventful nights making them unforgettable—like his thirty-fifth birthday; months later and he was still finding eco-friendly glitter in their apartment. It was her passion that made the shop better, that made it inviting and comforting. Her passion helped Rowan to fall in love with the store he inherited from his late parents again. He had been weeks away from deciding to sell when Aelin first arrived, her golden hair practically blinding him from how brightly it shined.

Rowan didn't really like her at first (he didn't really like anyone back then), because she was just so damned loud and kept buying books that he loathed to restock because that meant dealing with people and orders and delivery drivers when all he wanted to do was to be left alone and look for work that didn't have to deal with the general public.

But things slowly started to change during her visits, when he was actually looking forward to her coming over instead of dreading it. Their friendship had started in the most unexpected of ways—the day that Aelin had purchased a book about living with infertility, and Rowan had sensed that if he said the wrong thing, then she would lash out from her vulnerability; so Rowan confessed to her that he had his own cousin, Sellene, had issues with fertility, but lived a completely well-rounded life and was happy.

The smile that Aelin gave Rowan when he said that...he would never forget it in a million years. It was full of relief, that he wasn't going to go on a tangent about how she wasn't trying hard enough to fix her fertility—all the shitty things he had overheard his older relatives say to Sellene.

And instead of leaving after buying her book, Aelin stayed and they talked until he closed, and hours after that, Aelin ordering pizza in the middle of it and they both devoured the food, and he walked her home. Aelin came over twice a day after that, until Rowan finally gathered the courage to ask her out, and here he was seven years later.

Rowan kissed her once more. “And if things go terribly wrong, then I'll help you forget.”

Aelin raised a golden brow. “And how will you do that?”

Rowan smirked and nipped her jaw. “With my teeth and tongue, Fireheart.” He chuckled at the sudden intake of breath from his wife and planted kisses along the column of her throat. Aelin leaned into him, but he moved away, grabbing his coffee to get the newspaper out front.

With a wink, he left his flustered wife, laughing under his breath when she called him a buzzard.

It was going to be a good day.

X X X X X X

It was the busiest Friday they had in several weeks, and Aelin wondered if it was because they knew that Elide was having her author talk that very night, and maybe some were hoping to meet her for free—but Elide wasn't going to be in the shop for hours. The last time Elide had texted her, she and Lorcan were going to lunch.

Sometimes, she couldn't believe her friend was a fully-fledged author. It was both of their dreams, and Aelin was utterly ecstatic that Elide had the courage to send her books out into the world. It was still Aelin's dream, but she was constantly doubting herself, and would talk herself down from pursuing that path.

One day, hopefully, she would learn to tell herself to shut up and reach out to potential publishers.

Finishing up her gift-wrapping, Aelin handed over the bundle of books to her latest customer when she overheard giggling.

It didn't take her long to find the source of the sound. Two teenage girls were currently ogling Rowan as he reached up to a high shelf for a short customer, his shirt rising up to expose a good amount of tanned, muscled skin.

Honestly, Aelin couldn't blame the girls. It was often she noticed this when she was on the shop floor, as she was often in the back dealing with the financial aspect of the business when she wasn't at her actual job at Doranelle University Library, but she had taken the last two weeks off to ensure that everything went well for this event tonight.

As long as adults didn't do it, she couldn't care less, otherwise she often felt like some damned territorial beast on the verge of baring her teeth and snapping at people to not undress her husband with her eyes.

Rowan liked it when she got territorial, and wished she did it more often.

Oblivious to the girls giggling, her husband kept reaching for more and more books, his skin on continuous display.

Maybe she should take more time off at work, since the views here were much better than looking at the faces of exhausted students.

Smiling, Aelin helped the next customer.

X X X X X X

Aelin's leg was bouncing anxiously next to Rowan, his wife fidgeting with her hands, swirling her emerald and gold ring around and around her finger.

In turn, it was making him nervous because seeing Aelin nervous set his whole system on fire—it was a rare sight to see her like this, but no matter how many encouraging words he would say, she wouldn't be calm until everything was done and went off without a hitch.

They were sitting in the front row, all the seats around and behind them full of eagerly awaiting fans to hear Elide talk about her new book in her series, their excitement-filled chatter reaching his ears. Lorcan was in the back, because Aelin had told him that while she liked that he was going on the book tour with Elide, his considerable height would be blocking people's view of Elide. To which he responded that people came to see Elide to hear her talk, not to look at her.

The scathing look from Aelin had Lorcan rolling his eyes but he went to the back, his considerable height no longer an issue—although Rowan did feel bad for the girl that was sitting behind him, considering he was six-four and broad, but there was no doubt that Aelin would let him move, so he stayed and would do his best not to ruin the night for those that he was blocking.

When Rowan noticed that it was 6:55, he brushed a kiss on Aelin's cheek and wished her luck as she went up to the spot where Elide would be talking, with Aelin asking the questions.

“Breathe,” he mouthed to her, and Aelin did, and as soon as she opened her mouth, the words came out smoothly and without a hint of her nerves—just as he knew they would.

X X X X X X

The night was a success, just like Rowan said and would be, and Aelin was still giddy hours later. After the talk, she helped take photos of fans with Elide, got out all the sharpies that she had purchased recently from the grocery store to ensure that Elide didn't run out of ink—because people wanted her to sign all of the books they owned by here and Elide was more than happy to do so.

Afterwards, Elide and Lorcan followed Aelin and Rowan into their apartment upstairs for dinner and Aelin was feeling just a little bit wine drunk, but she was just happy that everything worked out well and that Elide got to live her dreams.

Aelin and Rowan were currently down stairs, tidying up as they usually did just before they went to bed, with Rowan taking mental notes of all the shelves that were practically empty—because while people were waiting in line to get Elide's signature, they browsed the store and filled their colourful tote bags with mountains of books.

He wasn't complaining, but he still didn't like having to deal with restocking, but he would live.

Aelin was gazing dreamily at the cutout of the main character of Elide's story when Rowan came up next to her. “You could do it, you know,” Rowan said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I know,” was all she said.

“Then why don't you?” He read her stuff all the time, and maybe he was biased because she was his wife and soulmate, but he fucking loved her work, loved the detailed writing and descriptions that made it feel as if he was in the world she made up. But she knew how much he loved her stories, so instead of repeating himself, he said, “Elide could help you. She's been in the industry for a while now. So I'm sure whatever question you have, she can answer.”

“I know,” she said again, still just staring at the cutout. She turned to him, a determined look on his face. “How about we make a deal.”

Rowan raised a brow. “Okay...?” it wasn't often that Aelin included him in her schemes, usually preferring to shock him into an early grave.

She gave him a smile that told him she had been thinking about her idea for a while now, and was just waiting for the perfect moment to reveal it. “You start selling your drawings and I'll talk to Elide.”

“What drawings?” he said instantly, the years of having to hide to drawings from his nosy cousins still annoyed him and any mention of them had him wanting to deny he ever knew how to hold a pencil—not that his drawings were ever crude but nothing was sacred in the Whitethorn house he lived in after the death of his parents.

Aelin scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I've been with you for seven years, I've seen you drawing—they even line our walls. You start selling them—we have plenty of empty frames hanging around—and I'll talk to Elide. Deal?”

It only took him a single heartbeat to realise why she was offering him this. Rowan's drawings were personal, as were her stories, so if Aelin had to open herself like that by giving the world her stories, then he could give away little pieces of himself, too.

“Deal,” he said because he would staple his drawings all over the city if it helped Aelin get her foot in the door, to help her with her dream that he knew she could achieve.

Her face deflated for just a second before she righted herself. Clearly, she wasn't expecting him to agree so quickly. But if she wanted to take her time, then he would give her all the time in the world.

“Deal,” Aelin said and even held her hand out. Rolling his eyes playfully, Rowan shook her hand.

When Aelin went to drop his hand, he lingered, and brought her closer to him. With a smirk, Rowan said, “I can think of a better way to close our agreement.”

Aelin raised an eyebrow. “And how would you do that?”

“With my teeth and tongue, Fireheart,” he said, repeating his words from earlier this morning.

Aelin crashed her mouth onto his, and Rowan closed their deal right in the middle of the shop floor, not at all caring that their friends were right above them.

Aelin thanked the gods that she had come into this shop over seven years ago to escape the boredom of her old apartment. Thank the rutting gods for bringing the ever-scowling man into her life.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

[baepsaesbae]

Eclipse

Pairing— Day Fairy!Hoseok x Night fairy!reader    

Genre— SMUT, fae au, angst, idiots to lovers

Warnings— Oral (F receiving), nipple play, explicit unprotected sex, hair pulling, both praise and slight derogatory dirty talk bc I can’t make up my mind, slight swearing

Word Count— 3.3k  

Summary— The summer solstice is here and it’s time to celebrate. Your favorite part of the solstice is that you get to see Hoseok, or rather, the love of your life. It’s too bad you haven’t told him how you really felt, even though it has been centuries. Maybe this year will be different. 

A/N— This fic is part of The Fabled Collab hosted by @joontopia, @kimtaehyunq, and @whipped-for-kpop-fics. Hoseok is my sunshine, so I just had to write about him! Thank you to @s0seo and @taegularities for giving me motivation to write. Lastly, huge shoutout to Eden from @thebiasrekkers​ for making this awesome banner for me! As always, let me know how you guys like the fic! My askbox is always open <3

Fae clans have many holidays and rituals, but solstices are by far the most celebrated. Solstices mark the pivotal event that shifts the seasonal responsibilities between the sun and moon clans. The summer and winter solstice are always the biggest events of the year, with about a week of festivities leading up to the final event. 

Sweat ran down your spine as the sun beat down on you. You’ve been holding up a stupid banner for what felt like an eternity.

“Okay wait, you’re gonna hate me but I think we should put it back to where we originally had it,” Sunghoon said with furrowed brows.

“That’s it. We’ve been doing this all morning. Figure this out yourself,” you angrily threw down the banner and stormed off before Sunghoon had the chance to yell at you.

You ignored the friendly calls from other fae that were setting up decor nearby. It was way past your bedtime. Cranky and drenched in sweat, you were definitely not a happy night fairy. Heading straight to the pond, you derobed and found comfort in the cool waters that  washed away your stress instantly. You gazed up at the blue sky while floating on your back. The day truly was beautiful, you couldn’t deny that. However, nighttime was better in your very much biased opinion. The dark sky littered with countless stars that glittered like diamonds was an unbeatable sight. 

“Hey there sunshine!” a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You dipped back into the water and turned to the source of the sound.

“Hey there, perv. Care to join me?” you beckoned.

“I wish I could, but I need to go finalize some plans for the handoff ceremony--”

“It’s the same EVERY year. C’mon Hobi, you don’t need to go,” you whined.

“I’ll meet you back here at sunset, how does that sound?” he tried to appease you.

“Midnight. I’m already exhausted, I don’t wanna wake up early,” you blew raspberries into the pond.

“That’s fair. I’ll see you then okay?” Hoseok waved before flying off.

On top of parties filled with indulgences that would blow the mind of any feeble human, Hoseok was the added bonus that made you eager for each solstice. Admittedly, you two have had some sort of flirtationship going on for the past few centuries. Your friends always teased you about how madly head over heels you were for him. As much as you wanted to believe that he loved you in the same way, something always felt off.  

Hoseok always reciprocated your flirtatious advances, but it felt more like a game between friends rather than something substantial. You’ve even observed his interactions with other fairies, and it didn’t seem like he gave you any special treatment. He was simply a good friendly guy that everyone loved, but not the way that you loved him. 

You were dying to know how he truly felt about you. All these years of playful banter had been fun, but they had also been simultaneously eating away at you. There’s no way he doesn’t know that you love him. At the same time, what if he thinks you’re just a good friend? You needed to know for sure, and you intended to confront him about it at midnight.

“Good evening,” you greeted Hoseok shyly as you approached the pond’s bank. 

“Good day to you sunshine,” Hoseok called back as he kicked at the water.

“How’d the meeting go?” you asked.

“Boring as always. You’re right, it’s the same every year. But the elders still want to go over everything again to ensure that the ceremony is perfect,” Hoseok sighed.

“Thanks for coming to hangout with me even though you’re so busy,” you said, suddenly feeling guilty.

“Are you kidding? I’ve been looking forward to this all day! You’re the perfect person to unwind with after a long day,” Hoseok smiled. There it was. The radiant smile you fell for the first time you ever met him. 

“You sure I’m the perfect person for that? What do you do when you’re back in your own land surrounded by other day fae?” you prodded, hoping to steer the conversation onto the ‘what are we’ topic. 

“I have my friends there for sure, and I appreciate them too. But it’s different with you. Maybe because I can only hangout with you twice a year. You’re like my super special friend, yaknow?” Hoseok tried to explain. 

“Uh yeah, for sure. Like a special playdate kind of thing huh?” you tried to hide your hurt feelings.

“Exactly! You get it. It’s like you’re my favorite dessert that I can only have twice a year,” Hoseok nodded.

“Right…” you whispered softly to yourself. You spent the rest of the night listening to the unfruitful discussions Hoseok had during his meetings. All the excitement over the festival had drained from you. Now, you just wanted it to be over so you can go sulk in peace. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” Hoseok observed, “You haven’t interjected once about how stupid our traditions are or how you’re looking forward to having long nights again.”

“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m just tired. Sunghoon really worked me to the bone yesterday, that damn day fairy,” you faked a yawn.

“Hey, be nice! Wasn’t it you who volunteered to help us anyway?” Hoseok shook his head.

‘Yeah, because I thought I’d be able to work with you,’ you thought.

“It was a bizarre streak of altruism, that’s all,” you shrugged. 

“Nah, I know you’re a kind fairy deep down!” Hoseok playfully nudged your shoulder. Normally you would welcome this type of physical affection, but for right now it served as a painful reminder that you were merely seen as a buddy. 

You actively avoided Hoseok for the remainder of the week, counting down the hours to when it would finally all be over. You made up some lame excuse to not hangout with Hoseok every time he approached you. He must have caught on by the final day, either that or he was extremely busy. Afterall, he was the MC for the entire ordeal. 

Apparently, your abrasive reputation preceded you because no one wanted your help with anything. As soon as they saw you coming, they would randomly find themselves very preoccupied with something that made them too busy to talk to you. The only person who would put you to work was Sunghoon, who was one of Hoseok’s best friends. You wondered why he was always so nice to you even when you complained the entire time you helped him.

“That’s the last table! They all look great, thanks for helping with the set up,” Sunghoon gave you a thumbs up.

“You know it’s pointless setting up all these tables. Most of the fairies are just gonna be dancing or fucking all night long, no one is gonna be sitting down,” you said.

“Are you gonna be one of the fairies partying?” Sunghoon inquired.

“Definitely not,” you answered curtly.

“Then I’m happy at least one of these tables will be utilized,” Sunghoon nodded, “Try to enjoy yourself tonight okay?”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

The entire forest seemed to come alive that night. The trees swayed with the enchanting music while cheers of merriment erupted around the party scene. You sat alone at a mushroom table with your third (or was it fourth?) cup of berry wine. You glared at the fairies who had lost themselves to their pleasures, whether it be the wine or the toadstools, or perhaps even both. Fairies who had given into their more lustful urges could be seen on the outskirts of the dance floor, some in the innocent stages of kissing and others entangled full fledged fornication. Scoffing at the obscene orgy, you stumbled off to get another cup of wine. Even though you weren’t really participating, you had to admit that fairies knew how to throw a party. 

“Hey ___, I noticed you’ve been by yourself the whole evening. Want some company?” someone asked behind you as you filled up your mug to the brim. You turned to see two Sunghoons merge to become one hazy Sunghoon in the blink of an eye. 

“F-ffuck off Sunghoon,” you slurred.

“I wanted to thank you for all the hard work you did for this year’s summer solstice,” Sunghoon continued, unfazed by your harshness, “Wanna dance to celebrate?”

“Nope,” you answered as you pushed him aside.

“Yeah she seemed pretty pissed dude,” Sunghoon said while taking a large swig.

“At you or in general?” Hoseok inquired.

“Dunno man, she’s always been like that. However, she seemed more aggravated than usual, which is hard to imagine,” Sunghoon chuckled, “Did you do something to her?”

“No! I’ve been replaying everything we talked about at the pond but everything seemed fine! I even told her that she was my super special friend and---oh shit,” Hoseok’s face fell.

“Idiot,” Sunghoon tsked. 

Both fae clans had gathered by the main stage, intently listening to the same speeches that the clan leaders have spoken for centuries. You watched apathetically as the everlasting flame was being formally handed over. The crowd roared as the flame changed from a deep crimson red to an icy silver color with a blue hue, signifying that the solstice had come to pass. 

If the festival wasn’t wild before, it had only gotten more out of hand after the official ceremony. Seeing the other fairies go wild in every sense of the word made you nauseous. The noise level intensified as you watched your fairy brethren engage in rather promiscuous activities. Someone even beckoned for you to join in the fun, but you just walked away. The only person you wanted to have that kind of fun with was Hoseok. It infuriated you that your thoughts always drifted to him. You filled up your cup one last time and walked away from the ruckus, towards an empty grove. Hopefully you would be able to wallow in self pity in peace there. 

The stars twinkled above you, and dim moonlight speckled the ground around you as it shone through the trees. You could still hear the party, but it was much fainter now and served as nice background noise to keep you from drowning in your thoughts. With a deep exhale, you fought to hold back tears. You felt so foolish. Too many years have been wasted in vain for an unrequited love that you should have seen coming. It was so stupid of you to hold onto a sliver of hope that Hoseok would like you back. 

“The party is that way,” a familiar voice called out to you.

“Then why aren’t you there?” you didn’t try to mask the annoyance in your voice.

“I saw you walk away, I wanted to check up on you.”

“Why the fuck would you even care?” you sat up and hissed.

“Why are you being so hostile? You’re the one who has been avoiding me all week!” Hoseok raised his voice.

“I’m sure you didn’t have much time to spend with me anyway,” you huffed.

“That’s not true. I spent every moment of my free time looking for you, only for you to turn me away. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Hoseok calmed down.

“Fine. I’m in love with you, okay? How fucking embarrassing. It hurt when you said that I was your super best friend or whatever. Seeing you afterward just reminded me of how dumb I am,” you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Oh sunshine, I’m the idiot. I shouldn’t have said that. You’re my special friend because I like you too. I wanted to spend every second with you this week. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, I’m so sorry ____,” Hoseok got down on his knees and pulled you in for a hug. You were stunned.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner then!” you pushed him off.

“I thought it was obvious from the way we flirted!” he argued. 

“You’re nice to everyone, it was hard for me to tell,” you pouted.

“My apologies for not being a sourpuss like you,” Hoseok laughed.

“So...what now? It wasn’t really a romantic confession but I guess our feelings are out in the open now,” you whispered as you leaned against him.

Suddenly, Hoseok pushed you back to the ground, straddling your hips. His dark hair nearly covered his eyes as he looked down at you. He was beyond beautiful, his white iridescent wings glittered ethereally in the moonlight. 

“Remember when I said you’re like a dessert I can only have twice a year? I’d like to make that a reality,” Hobi smirked. He bent over to kiss you. It was soft at first, his plush lips pressing up against yours. He gently cupped your face with one hand while the other wandered to your chest, undoing your blouse. Lust overtook the both of you as the kiss deepened and Hoseok fondled your breasts. You let out a small gasp as he played with your nipples, rolling them between his fingers.  

“Spread those legs for me, sunshine,” he demanded.

You complied, slowly exposing yourself to him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him while in such a compromising position. Hoseok gingerly kissed a trail along your inner thighs towards your core. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm under him in anticipation.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, “Let’s play a game. You have to make eye contact with me while I eat you out. Every time you look away, I stop.”

“You’re evil,” you huffed before reluctantly looking at the beautiful being perched between your legs. 

“That’s my girl,” he purred approvingly before spreading your folds with his fingers. His eyes darkened with lust as you watched him lick tantalizingly slow stripes. He could feel your need for more, so he moved up to focus on your clit, giving it special attention as his tongue swirled around it. 

You tangled your fingers into his hair, gripping him tighter as he licked your clit faster. All your composure was lost as you looked down at him with pleading eyes.

“What is it? Need more?” Hoseok teased as his fingers traced your entrance.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” Hoseok feigned ignorance

“Please touch me,” you said softly.

“We need to work on your begging, but you’re so adorable I can’t say no,” Hobi dove back into stimulating your clit as he slipped a finger inside of you. He smirked at how easily he went in, and immediately added a second finger. The new feeling had you throwing your head back as he grazed your g-spot. Right as things began to feel good, he retracted everything.

“Hobi!” you cried out in frustration.

“You looked away. Remember the rules to our little game?” Hoseok chided. You glared down at him as he immediately picked up where he left off, not giving you time to readjust. Fighting back the urge to close your eyes, soft moans escaped from your lips.

“Ready to cum, my dear ___?” he asked sweetly as his fingers dipped to directly attack your g-spot.

There was no time to give a proper response. Your back arched and your toes curled up as your orgasm overwhelmed you. Drenched in your juices, Hoseok glistened under the moonlight.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Hoseok praised, “But I’m not finished with you yet,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear.

He unbuckled his trousers, releasing the monster that dangled between his legs. You willingly spread your legs for him, eager for more.

“So needy, you haven’t had enough yet?” Hoseok tsked as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your folds.

Finally, Hoseok began to bury himself into you. He took his time, relishing how your warm walls squeezed him. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, focusing on feeling every inch of him. Once he bottomed out, you wrapped your legs around him in an attempt to bring him impossibly closer. The dark lust that swam in his eyes broke for a second, replaced by the warm smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He bent down to kiss you, and you happily reciprocated. 

Hoseok moved his hips slowly as he fucked you at a deep yet gentle pace. Mouths still colliding, you shyly licked at his lips. Taking your hint, Hoseok’s tongue met yours. As the kisses deepened with more saliva being interchanged, Hoseok’s thrusts became harsher.    

“You’re so fucking sexy. Lemme see that ass baby,” Hoseok growled as he flipped you over.

He smacked your ass twice and watched it jiggle in awe before placing a firm grip on your hips. Almost animalistically, he bucked into you. Your body jolted forward with each thrust. You had never been fucked this hard before, and it was heavenly. Hoseok’s control over his body movement was insane. Your moans grew louder as his hips continuously rolled into you. 

One of Hoseok’s hands formed a tight grip on your hair, roughly bringing your head up off the ground. You couldn’t stop your wanton moans from filling the open air. 

“H-Hoseok,” you cried out.

“What is it? Is it too much for you?” Hoseok cooed in your ear as he brought your head back even closer to him.

“Mmm-no,” was all you could make out.

“I knew you could take it all, such a good slut,” Hoseok praised as he let go of your hair.

Unable to hold yourself up, you immediately fell back onto your chest. Your fingernails dug into the dirt as you could feel another orgasm swelling up inside of you. 

“I’m gonna cum again,” you wailed out.

“I’m almost there, wait for me baby,” Hoseok instructed.

With perfect timing, Hoseok let out a guttural moan as he spilled his seed inside of you. Sounds of pleasure bounced around the grove as you came in unison. Hoseok’s cum dripped down the sides of your inner thighs when he pulled out. 

“How did I do, sunshine?” Hoseok asked jovially as you laid on the ground before him.

“You knocked me out. I don’t think I can move for a while,” you weakly answered with a smile.

“Not a problem, we can just stay here for a while, sunshine,” Hoseok laid down beside you, beckoning for you to rest atop his chest. 

“I like when you call me that,” you yawned.

“Sunshine?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, that. It makes me feel special,” you nodded.

“Is that so? I’m glad it makes you feel special, because you are. You’ve always been the spunky night fairy that everyone knows but is too afraid to approach,” Hoseok laughed.

“What! I am totally friendly! Just not to those who piss me off,” you defended, “Which...I guess is a lot of people so I suppose I see your point. What made you want to be my friend if everyone thought I’m scary?”

“You treated me like everyone else. It always felt like people put on a fake facade around me since I’m the chief’s son. They’re nice to me to try and curry favor with my father, or maybe flirt with me to try and gain some special sort of status. I don’t know. I’m just me,” Hoseok shrugged. 

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re my sunshine,” you hugged him.

“That makes me feel great. I’ll do my best to see you more than twice a year, okay?” he kissed your forehead.

“I guess I can clear my schedule and come over to visit you too,” you giggled, “Or maybe we can run away and make a clan of our own.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, “Don’t tempt me. I’d love to go somewhere where no one knows my name or expects anything from me.”

“How about we go to where the day meets the night?” you offered.

“Like what? An eclipse?” Hoseok said as he gazed into the night sky.

“Precisely. We can make an eclipse clan. We only have to do festivals for eclipses, and those are kinda rare,” you giggled.

“Sounds like a good dream, sunshine. Let’s seriously discuss it in the morning when we’re both more sober,” Hoseok kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight, my sunshine,” you whispered into his chest.

Published July 23, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2021 Baepsaesbae.

#bts smut #jhope smut #hoseok smut #bangtanarmynet #btscreatorscorner #ksmutclub #btswritingcafe #bts fanfic #jhope fanfic #hoseok fanfic

[juno-verse]

Wow, surprisingly I'm posting here rather than on AO3. I figured one-shots will go here and long fics will stay there. This idea popped into my head and I thoroughly enjoy soulmate AUs.

Really just a short fluff one-shot.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, maybe one curse word. Injuries/Gun shot

Summary: Every pain (physically or mentally) your soulmate feels, you feel it as well. Your soulmate's pain seemed to never cease and it made you want to help them. You're a doctor here :D

It was late at night and you just got home from your night shift at the hospital. Your hands were numb after hours of surgery. You opted to work for a public hospital because you wanted to help those who need it more. While most doctors seek to work for private and high-end hospitals, you chose otherwise. Despite being sought after by many hospitals, you figured you would dedicate yourself to those who could hardly afford healthcare.

And well, also the fact that your soulmate seemed to never stop hurting – physically and emotionally. Physically, when your soulmate hurt it would range from a small ache to a seething pain on the spot where they injured themselves – it depended on the severity of the injury. But you will always know the gist of it.

You found that your soulmate was always hurt. Sometimes, it was your arms aching for no reason – you figured maybe they liked working out. Or your thighs burning like you used them for hours despite being sat all day – again you thought your soulmate was just a health junkie. Emotionally, you feel whenever your soulmate is in distress. Your soulmate never relaxed their mind – you felt it every time their head raced or when their head was aching.

You had always thought maybe your soulmate was an athlete. Not until when you felt a stabbing pain to your thigh. It was different than the aches before, this felt as if you were actually stabbed. Perhaps, your soulmate was into some deep shit and you never knew what.

So, you dedicated yourself to being a doctor. To help others, and maybe in the future to help your soulmate.

Personally, you never gave your soulmate that much trouble. Maybe that one time you had a sprain from PE class. Or the times you were memorizing and studying for recitation or for finals. You were 100% sure your soulmate was able to read your mind with how much you memorized the names of the different body parts and formulas.

Now, you were a full fledged doctor renowned in her field.

To your surprise, a knock resounded from your door this late at night. Thinking nothing of it, you approached it and opened the door.

“You should be careful opening your door to people, Doctor Y/L/N.” A bald man with an eyepatch showed up on your doorstep. “Uh, who are you?" You gulped and avoided his gaze in fear.

The man avoided your question. Rather, he berated you. “You graduated at the top of your class, interned for then instantly offered a job for one of the state’s private and high-class hospitals, and you have an eidetic memory that could remember events from years ago. Not only this, it was said to be that you have steady and accurate hands when operating. Yet you chose to work for a low-paying hospital, why?” The man made himself welcome in your small apartment and you were too scared to stop him.

“E-Excuse me?” You stuttered, utterly confused as to who this man was and how he knew all of this.

“Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D.” He spoke and turned to face you. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Fury, sir. Now, how the hell do you know who I am and what do you want from me?” You whispered and gripped your door knob, ready to run out of your apartment.

You knew of S.H.I.E.L.D, who wouldn't? They were responsible for grouping together a bunch of heroes called the Avengers. Who knew this trespassing man was responsible for it?

“Before I tell you, you must answer my prior question.” The director asked and you raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“I believe there are lots of doctors who are already in the big leagues, making money out of their profession and the oath they took – adding an insane amount of money for a simple check-up. I work for those “low paying” hospitals because who else will help the smaller people if not those who remember why they became doctors in the first place?” You answered then the S.H.I.E.L.D director hummed in agreement.

“I am here to hire you as the head doctor for S.H.I.E.L.D.” He simply answered and you could hardly contain the shock in your face. “If you expect me to leave my job just to work with superheroes, then maybe you need to do a little more digging. I will not leave my job.” You retorted and he grumbled.

“Then work for S.H.I.E.L.D discreetly while doing your other job. You will not always be confined in the headquarters but it is expected that you work with us more.” Director Fury spoke clearly and you thought about it.

After working out the details and more bargains, you agreed that you would work for them if it was needed. When there was no diagnosis and they needed a second opinion, or when doctors were afraid to do impossible and life threatening operations.

With a shake of each other's hand,

“Deal.”

----

That was three months ago and actually, you had yet to meet all of the Avengers. You had met Bruce because he was a scientist and a doctor. You often bonded with him and discussed theories with each other when given the time.

You had met Steve because he was apparently the captain and he had wanted to see the new addition to the agency - the head doctor that didn't work fully with them. He had yet to know your full reason, of course.

Hearing you were a woman, Tony introduced himself to you. However, you were only interested in the works of his suit. You reserved yourself for one person and one person alone. Seeing as he was inevitably shot down, he entertained your questions.

As of now, you were in S.H.I.E.L.D’s headquarters. You were done with your shift at the hospital so you wanted to catch up with your work here. If not operations, you were here as a scientist used as a soundboard for ideas and clarification. Beyond the human body, you exerted the effort to use your eidetic memory for the good of science.

Right before you looked through a microscope, a sharp pain spread throughout your stomach knocking the air out of your lungs. You clutched at it and you cursed your soulmate for a while before worrying about them. What sort of trouble is this person up to again?

“Doctor Y/N! Since you're here, you're needed at the operating room.” One of the agents interrupted you and you nodded while still clutching at your stomach.

Before you entered the room, you were quickly dressed into your scrubs and your hands washed thoroughly. ��What’s the situation?” You asked as you stepped into the room.

“A gun wound to the stomach.”

---

Natasha was in agony - she’s been shot at before but that doesn't mean it will hurt less. Honestly, at this point, she feels guilty that she's been hurting her soulmate all this time. While the pain is somehow dulled for her soulmate, it will still hurt.

She’s been lied down on an operating table with her clothes cut open. Anesthesia was administered to her system and her eyes started to droop. Before her eyes truly closed, she felt a pinch on her arm.

And when Natasha came to be, her body was heavy and she felt groggy. She was dressed in some clean clothes and she could feel the bandage on her stomach.

Sitting up with a groan, a woman in a white coat - possibly her doctor - interrupted her by gesturing that she stay laying down. Natasha stilled and took the chance to look at the woman taking care of her. How couldn't she notice the gorgeous woman sitting by her side?

“I finally found you, you stupid troublemaker.” The doctor whispered with a small smile on her face. “Do I know you?” Natasha croaked with her weak voice.

Rather than answering, the woman pinched her own arm. Natasha jumped at the brief pain on her arm then looked at the woman opposite her with disbelief on her own face.

“Nice to meet you, soulmate. I truly wished it were under better circumstances but you need to stop getting yourself hurt first.” The woman cheekily smiled before extending her hand.

“Dr. Y/N, at your service.” Y/N brightly spoke and Natasha could feel even more guilt. How ironic, with her always getting hurt she just had to have a doctor for a soulmate.

“Natasha Romanoff. Thank you for helping me.” Natasha shook her hand and it felt warm. It made the assassin hesitant to let go. “Of course. And with Black Widow as my soulmate, I’m sure it won't be the last.” Y/N spoke then slowly let Natasha’s hand free - as if she was hesitant too.

The assassin chuckled and Y/N found it to be enticing. “What can I do to make it up to you?” Natasha asked and smirked.

“A date would be nice. But for now, I have somewhere to be. I’ll let you rest, Natasha.” Y/N replied and Natasha felt that her name sounded good from her mouth. “How will I find you again?” Natasha asked and it elicited a giggle from the doctor.

“I work here, silly. For three months now actually.” Y/N shrugged before adding,

“And I’m sure it won't be long before I’m needed here again, troublemaker.” The doctor winked before making her leave.

Natasha could hardly remember that she was shot just hours ago with how giddy she was feeling. The assassin always thought she was never worthy of a soulmate with all the blood on her hands. But when out of nowhere she felt a sudden pain on her foot that one time, she feared the worst for her soulmate but always looked forward to meeting you someday.

And here you were, already scolding her for getting hurt all the time.

#natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel mcu #natasha x reader #imagine #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x you #women of marvel #marvel #marvel fluff

[angomay]

hiii it’s me again 👋👋 tumblr hates me and won’t let my posts show up in the main tags so I have come to ramble about dgs yet again

have you ever thought abt canon divergent dgs au’s? Like if someone was told one thing and it changed fucking Everything™️

I’ve been writing abt if susato and ryuu lawyered together instead of shoving the whole kazumas resolve and dreams shit onto ryuu they. Split it evenly bc I said so 💀💀

Literally any au is somewhat interesting, I think. I’d love to hear someone else’s ideas!! I need to draw out my au before I implode :)

👋 Hi! :D

I do personally love canon divergent AUs, thought I don’t think I could ever write them myself. That is a really interesting thought, though! But I have to stay that I actually really like the way that canon handled their roles.

I’ve actually seen a few people say that they think that Susato should have become the lawyer rather than Ryu (or in this case, ALSO a lawyer), but that was personally never the way I saw it?

I mean, Susato was 16 when Kazuma (kind of) died. Ryunosuke was 23. Susato was a teenager and Ryunosuke was a grown ass man. And I know, I KNOW Ace Attorney is a hellscape where children can become prosecutors at the age of 13, but I don’t think that Ryunosuke would ever let that happen to Susato.

Not only was Susato just a teenager, she had also just lost someone incredibly close to her. Someone she looked up to. And I know that Ryunosuke and Kazuma were also close, but I really do believe that Susato and Kazuma were like family. Maybe not brother and sister, but something just as important. And I really don’t believe that Ryunosuke, as the adult in the situation, would see a grieving girl and let her take on the majority of the responsibility that is Kazuma’s resolve.

In a similar vein, I always saw the, “I will become a lawyer. I have to,” line as something that was referencing not just Kazuma, but also Susato. That Ryunsouke was not only saying that he would become a lawyer to fulfill Kazuma's dreams (though I'm sure that was the majority / what he was most focused on at the time), but also to take the heaviest burden he could off of a girl who just lost someone incredibly important to her.

But I also don’t think that their roles ever made them unequal? I think they always split Kazuma’s resolve evenly. It's made clear multiple times that Ryunosuke and Susato work as a team. Susato is the legal knowledge, the foundation for the defense, and Ryu is the wildcard - the one who can make the radical leaps in logic and point fingers first when needed. And that's why they fit their roles so well in the first game!

Of course, we also see them develop beyond those roles over the games. They both grow not only as people over the duology, but as lawyers. Ryunosuke has rubbed off on Susato so much that we see her imitating his mannerisms during her first trial as a lawyer. She could only prove Rei innocent because she spent a lot of time observing Ryunosuke. And we all know that Susato’s knowledge and rational logic is imperative to their cases. We see Ryu pretty much fall into despair without Susato backing him up in 2-3, after all. And that’s just the most dramatic example. We see time and time again that they need each other’s strengths to win their cases.

That doesn’t mean that they CAN’T stand without each other, however - they both make do without each other in the tutorial cases. But it’s pretty clear that the only reason they grow as much as lawyers is because of the support of one another - as lawyer and judicial assistant.

But that’s not to say that I don’t see them becoming lawyers together! By the end of DGS 2, they’ve matured enough to start their own law firm and begin the reform of Japan’s legal system - which is, IMO, the perfect time for Susato and Ryunosuke to become full fledged co-counsels. I fully believe that they stand by each other in court as Ryunosuke and Ryutaro after their return to Japan - but I also believe that the only reason they can do that is because of the way things played out in the duology.

ANYWAY. YEAH this got kind of off topic and I’m. SO sorry about that 😭 I see a chance to talk about the Naruhodo cousins and I take it. But yeah, the idea of them becoming lawyers earlier in canon is a really interesting thought! Like I said, I personally feel that they both become lawyers anyway - but it’s fun to think about, nevertheless :P

As for my own canon-divergent AU ideas? I’m not entirely sure. Like I said, I’m very bad about coming up with those types of things 😭 I’d love to hear more about yours, though! I also can’t wait to see your drawings when you finish them :D /gen

#I’M SORRY. THIS IS. A LITTLE LONG AND KIND OF OFF TOPIC #BUT I THINK ABOUT THEM SO MUCH I NEEDED TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST #also. can you tell i’m not the meta mutual 💀 i’m so bad at this #dgs spoilers #dgs 2 spoilers #naruhodo cousins #asks #pringle tag

[bluesnow261]

Oh my god musician AU for monix

Update: okay this turned into a full fledged fic, SHIT. THIS IS PART 1, IT GOT TOO LONG FOR ONE POST METHINKS

How Far I’d Go by Kyle Hoefer… thank you

It’s just his vocals and guitar in the song that always sends me in a daydream mood…

Anyway, Mono is a guitarist and Six is more of a vocalist, and she also does theater (thanks to her mom).

They meet and it’s instant. Well, more like meet again. They’ve known each other as elementary schoolmates, but when they’re all grown up now… they see each other differently. Mono, with a guitar case on his back wherever he goes on the street, having walked away from college and his subsequently angry father to pursue his dreams. Six, wanting to break away from her family’s traditions and restrictions to do singing and acting for herself.

They cross paths, seeing the other perform on the streets or in shabby locations/buildings. They recognized each other from school and spent time catching up… and then more and more time with each other, learning what burdens the other had to shoulder. How to comfort each other, make time for one another despite their part time jobs and creative pursuits, what gestures and things really express affection and appreciation, and sometimes just to dance with one another. Mono loved to dance with her, and Six wasn’t much for it except when it involved him.

It’s tough for musicians, so they didn’t enjoy the most lavish or, at times, comfortable lives. Six and Mono left their family and everything they knew for their musician dreams, after all. But they stuck together through it all, and ahem, cohabited because it’s just better, cost-wise. Things escalated, and they admitted their feelings for each other. Their dreams made way for a new one… being together.

Mono made a song for her (How Far I’d Go by Kyle Hoefer) With only a simple guitar melody and his soft voice, he was worried it wouldn’t be a good enough present (he can’t afford purses or fancy dinners, the fucking landlord hiked their rent and their car needs countless repairs because it might very well explode or break down in the next few miles). Six loved the song, and encouraged him to publish it, which he does. The song gains traction online—a lot of traction. Soon, he was getting offers from different parts of the world, and Six couldn’t be happier for him.

She was working on an album as an independent artist as well, and would be working in the studio a lot more than usual. She writes a song about him as well (Golden Hour by Kacey Musgraves) that she sang to him on his birthday. He was overwhelmed with emotion and they ended up dancing the night away. They were convinced they would have this forever.

Then, Six finds a letter addressed to Mono about an internship overseas. She’s always known he wanted to be as far away from his father as possible, but the letter seemed urgent. She finds out that he leaves in less than a week.

Six confronts him about it, demanding when he was ever going to tell her about something this important? She had the right to know about Mono leaving to prepare for it. He fires back with his own discovery: the label Six had been recording under is owned by his father. It was insulting in Mono’s eyes.

Your grudge shouldn’t keep me from what I want to do!

I told you, I told you that I don’t want anything to do with him—

Fine! Don’t! But this is what I’ve been working towards for so many years, Mono! Why should I stop for you when you’ve never even told me about you leaving for god knows how long, maybe forever?!

That’s not the point, you knew how I felt and you went to that damn place anyway. And you don’t think this is me working towards mine? I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me—

Six’s scowl deepens.

—but I guess that’s not happening.

You know how much this means to me that I finally have this opportunity for myself. And you want me to walk away?

I can support both of us over there.

Six shakes her head in disbelief, speechless. He’s the one not getting the point. Her friends, her connections, her dreams… they were here.

Maybe it was always going to be this way, to end like this. They were musicians, and the path they led was lonely.

And that night, she left their apartment. He vacated the room not long after, burning many bridges with the landlord doing so.

Timeskip to when they’re successful in their respective fields. Six is a renowned singer and actress, while Mono started his own label and continued making music. Six had long left Mono’s father’s company (but you won’t hear it from her whether that decision was influenced or not) as an independent artist. Mono, while not one for movies, sometimes entertained himself with some (if one looked close enough, they would see a particular actress the films shared in common).

Then, Mono sees a viral video. It’s Six, playing a guitar (she taught herself to play the guitar?) in front of a stand microphone. She was center stage in her concert, with a sold out crowd and an impressive set.

You caught me at the right time. Keep me in your glow, the fans listened in complete silence to her simple vocals and guitar playing, ‘cause I’m having such a good time with you. Baby, don’t you know…

…that you’re my golden hour?

There was something about her pained expression that tugged at his heart. Mono had seen it before, long ago, in that dingy apartment, when those lines were theirs. On his screen, she smiles at her adoring fans when she finishes the song with a gentle strum.

Golden hour.

Mono closes the video and distracts himself—by booking a flight overseas.

———

Arriving at his homeland, he felt… Well, he didn’t feel the festering hatred that had consumed him and unfolded itself into a bleeding crimson that took him far, far away with every beat of its wings.

He was here on official business, of course. A friend of his was hosting a party for people they knew in the industry, and had invited him. Mono was here for that, only.

What he didn’t know, was she’s on the list of invites as well.

Which is why Mono was gazing at her from afar in suppressed shock, amidst the golden shining drapes of the large ballroom and the fancy attendees.

Six wore a light yellow, form fitting dress (very much so) that made her curves look like a radiant waterfall, tapering down into a fine cascade into her thin, silver heels—

He was staring too long. His conversation partners made him aware of that.

Oh no, I just, thought she looks familiar, like someone from a film I once saw.

They were shocked that he didn’t recognize Six immediately, the famous singer actress. He acts nonchalant, and they accepted his response without further inquiry, steering the conversation away.

But Six had felt his eyes on her.

She was grateful he had accepted the invitation. As for how such a distant guest was to be summoned for the party—you certainly wouldn’t hear it from her.

But he was here, and she… had no idea what comes next. She was terrible at approaching others. That’s why she thought of initially quitting her dreams, because all her family’s ever taught her to do was sit and wait for something to come along, to never seize anything for herself. But she was proud of getting herself into a studio, and befriending the workers there. Six wouldn’t be able to handle the stress of having so many people’s eyes on her at once otherwise.

But it felt like home, how he had looked at her. They were the same eyes that met hers on the streets, same eyes that smiled at her when they were just catching up. Mono had struck up the conversation first when they were waiting at a stop. Approached her… and she was never the same.

Six’s hands tightened. Okay. You can do it, you’ve made it this far, he’s just your long time friend that you haven’t seen. Just as Six tore her eyes from her glass, she couldn’t find Mono anywhere. He was tall, and easily stuck out in any crowd, but… she couldn’t find him.

An announcer had gotten onto the stage set up that was behind her. Someone was going to perform for them. Applause spread through the partygoers, Six absentmindedly clapping along as she continued to crane her neck, searching.

Then, his voice reached her.

It was his song. His song, for her, that rang from his lips.

You caught me at a bad time, or so I thought, he sang, but the one that I loved had my heart attached and here we are, today.

Six’s hands went to cover her lower face. She was glad no one paid any attention to her, and the expression she was making.

So remember this song if you're cold and alone and know, you’re the only one I see. Hope you know…

You’re…

For me.

———

If anyone in the party didn’t know he was the one trending with that song all those years ago, they certainly do now.

It’s been a while since Mono sung that song in front of so many people, he’s glad he didn’t make a fool out of himself. After Mono received his applause, there were a few others looking to bask in the spotlight. He stepped out into the ballroom again and accepted the compliments showered upon him.

…To find that he stepped right up to Six.

#guess who’s screaming about mnix again 😃 #oh dear Jesus this got OUT OF CONTROL #have this before I take a proper look at it and delete the whole thing #this literally was supposed to be a couple paragraphs #my mnix brain cell is too powerful #poor attempt at cliffhanger… I’ll post the second part after work

[braxien12]

Down With The Empire

This was a Miraculous AU that was intended to be a drabble but somehow blew up into so much more. I intended to turn it into a full fledge story but it ended up near the bottom of my WIPs. I still want to share it though so here it is. Hope you enjoy it :)

The arrow whizzed through the air and landed with a thump in the center of the target that Ladybug had carved herself with her dagger.

She snuck out of the inn they had set up camp in when she thought that he was asleep. Chat had awakened in the middle of the night to her absence. He went to go look for her. He had a feeling he already knew where she was.

During their first few months of running from the Empire, before the other Miraculous holders joined them, when they would have to find inns or caves(depending on how long they're staying) to stay the night in, Ladybug would sneak off in the middle of the night and carve targets in the different trees she would pass by. If it wasn't too late she'd practice her archery with the last target she carved 'till morning or 'till she passed out from exhaustion. But that was before Chat had figured out what she was doing would drag her back to whatever their sleeping quarters were at for the moment for those few more hours of sleep he knew she would need, since she can't function on little amounts of sleep as well as he could.

He understood though why she trained so hard. Back when they were working for the Empire they were always either training or fighting, whether it be training the other troops or sparring with their own instructors: Plagg and Tikki.

Ladybug was Tikki's charge as Chat was Plagg's. They were also their predecessors. Tikki and Plagg were the very first Ladybug and Chat Noir before they retired and decided to pass on their mantles. All four had become good friends, maybe even best friends, over the years they trained with each other. But Tikki and Plagg have been and still are loyal to the crown, meaning that they couldn't leave with them; even if they did disagree with the new Emperor's harsh ways.

When Chat and Ladybug left the Empire, they had to leave early in the morning before sunrise so that the guards wouldn't catch them. So Tikki and Plagg threw them a going-away party inside of Tikki's quarters before they left, since that was the last night they'd see each other for a while. It was a night full of laughing, fun, sarcastic comments from Plagg and whatever kind of alcoholic drinks(because Plagg refused to let them leave without getting them drunk) and food they sneaked inside the surrounding walls. The party ended with Ladybug passed out on Tikki's bed after having only about five drinks, Plagg having to nurse a grouchy Tikki through a nasty hangover, and a kind-of tispy Chat having to drag Ladybug back to her quarters before the guards performed their nightly bed checks.

Before he took Ladybug to her bedding chambers, Tikki braved through her massive headache to make him promise something:

"Protect Ladybug."

Which was another reason why he had to find her.

When she first carved the targets she had made it so that no one could find or follow her. But after an incident where she was in trouble and she had been badly injured before Chat found her, she felt that she should make some kind of hints as to where the other targets were that only he would know how to interpret.

Following her clues, he found her in an open clearing with a few trees practicing her archery. She looked to have been there for awhile, for from where he is standing he could see a pile of snapped arrow heads scattered at the base of the tree that had fallen from the targets and because of his heighten eyesight he could see the sweat dripping from her brow and her slight quivering when she pulled back her bowstring.

So he tried to think about how to get her to retire for the night instead of the way the moonlight shined down on her made a kind of ethereal glow that made her look like a red clad angel, or how he so much loved the confidence that flowed off of her in waves just from her stance.

Chat meandered out from behind the treeline. The padding underneath his boots let him stealthily sneak upon her, but when she was so deep in her training not even a thunder storm could distract her.

She jolted when Char trailed his hand down her side to rest on her hip and the other lightly ghosting her elbow with his chest pressed against her back. "Aim may be a big part of archery but so is your stance. You're too tense. Relax."

An awkward laugh bubbled over from her mouth when a shiver dropped down her spine for a now totally different reason than her fatigue, "Well how can I relax with you breathing down my neck?"

He chuckled, "Practice."

Ladybug let go of the arrow. It hit right in the center of the target. Bull-eyes.

Chat dropped his hands to his side when she lowered her bow and turned around. "Time to go, LB," he said.

She placed her hand on her hip, "I haven't been practicing that long."

Chat grabbed her hand from her hip and gently rubbed the pads of her fingers. She flinched.

The pads of her index finger and middle finger were blotched red from pulling back the rough material of the bowstring. He brought those two digits up to his lips and gently kissed then licked the irritated skin. She squirmed under his touch, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Chat. We're out in the open," she whispered.

He looked up at her from underneath his eyelashes, his emerald feline-like eyes seeming to glow in the dark. "Now are you coming back to bed or am I going to have to treat the other wounded parts of your body as well?"

He got another shiver out of her before she snatched her hand back. The tips of her fingers had returned to their original color. He stood up and took a step back, knowing her limits. "Isn't it a bit early for your flirty advances, Cat Noir?"

She looked away, before he could see the rosy blush starting to bloom on her cheeks. His smirk somewhat softening into a crooked smile as he carefully took the bow from her hands. "Apparently not too early since you still had to get up for your nightly target practice."

"At least my nightly target practices are productive."

"Oh?" His crooked smile oozed his mischievous intentions. He inched closer to her until he was a step away. "So you're telling me you don't find me the least bit attractive, Bugaboo?"

"Oh you're attractive alright." A small giggle was in her voice when she brushed him off. "Aren't we supposed to be going to bed?"

Chat took a few steps back out of her personal space and bowed dramatically. "After you, milady."

Ladybug rolled her eyes and began walking towards the forest with Chat close behind her.

A good thing about the forest at night, it was quiet. It's serenity gave her a peace of mind where she didn't have to deal with the Emperor's soldiers breathing down her neck or the bickering of her teammates. Though, being Chat's partner for so long she was used to his antics. But Chat was a gentleman true to his nature. He knew when to stop flirting and just leave her be and to just follow quietly beside her.

But this time she found she didn't want the quiet.

"Do you ever miss the empire?"

"Hmm?" The question seemed to shock him. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the Empire was our home. Where we grew up, where we trained, where we made friends; don't you miss it?" She looked at him then and found another reason why she liked the nighttime. Chat looked different in the moonlight. It’s like he takes on a different persona. He looked more serious at night, more wild. Unlike her, the forest at night was his hunting grounds, a place he knows like the back of his hand, while she preferred shadowed alleyways and bustling streets.

"Of course I do, but I also miss when Master Fu was emperor. The Empire we grew up in isn't going to be the same with who's on the throne now."

Ladybug sighed and lowered her head, "But the question is: do we fight back or stay on the run?"

"Whatever you choose, I will be with you."

She smiled, "Thanks, Cat Noir."

Suddenly Cat Noir's eyes twitched. He grabbed onto Ladybug's arm to tell her to stop. He looked around. He heard leaves rustling. Ladybug was confused. She couldn't hear the men. "Chat what's wron-"

"Shh." He leaned a little closer towards the foliage of the forest, then his eyes widened. He tugged on Ladybug's arms before sprinting off into a run and dragging her behind him. "Three soldiers. They found out where the camp is."

Ladybug shook her hand from out of Cat's grasp and ran faster, "We can't let the others be found."

When they got back to camp, the others were just waking up and eating their breakfast. They were confused when Ladybug and Cat started packing up the sleeping bags and blew out the fire.

"We have to go. The soldiers are coming." With that the others grabbed what was left of their sacks and left back into the forest. Two minutes later the three guards found the campsite. But the Miraculous Holders were long gone.

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #a little yona of the dawn inspired #okay maybe a lot #tikki #plagg #chat noir #ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #one-shot #still terrible at tagging lol

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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 22 - Familial Ties 🔞

w/c - 5,892

           Choso is on his way to Itadori. He could create a portal but found that he wouldn’t mind using the time it took completing the distance on foot so he could arrange his thoughts. He’s planning on bringing Itadori into the understanding, giving him all the knowledge he’s idly kept to himself over the years. He’s not even sure where to begin but only hopes that he’ll be able to properly explain everything to him.  It seems that even with a slowed pace and shortened steps, Choso ends up in front of the door before he knew it. He takes a moment to collect himself, breathing in deeply. ‘Maybe I should start off with the good news about Elska…’. He knocks on the door lightly and announces that it’s him.

           “Ummm…come in?” Itadori sounds confused that he’d be treated with the courtesy of the warning before entry.

           Choso opens the door with a nervous demeanor, eyes primarily looking at the shabby floor as he turns to shut the door behind him. He’s so anxious that he forgets all of his words completely and upon raising his eyes, sees an agitated Itadori. He wishes maybe he would’ve taken after Naoya in preparation of his room, it being dingy and plain in comparison to Elska’s.

           “You’re Choso, right?” Itadori’s arms are folded into his shaman uniform while he sits in the cushion of the yellow couch that was placed in the room. “I thought you were on our side, you helped us rescue Gojo didn’t you?”

           “I did, yes.” Choso is struggling to find his confidence as he sits in a chair across the couch from Itadori, his black suit feeling uncomfortable. “I know you have a lot of questions…and I plan to answer them all.” He’s now relaxing into his seat as he studies Itadori’s face to judge where to go next. “For starters, Elska is going to be alright. Naoya’s with her now.”

“Naoya? I was told he’s one she needs protection from!” His body language is slightly tensed to this but finds relief in knowing that she’s alright after he was told that Getou attacked her. “She wouldn’t have been put in that situation if you’d left us alone.” He’s not sure what to make of this situation yet, nor of Choso but something is telling him to listen.

           “He’s not a bad man at all, he’s actually one of the greatest I’ve ever met.” He sees Itadori frown to this as he’s not convinced. “I’ll show you in a little bit but first we have to talk…I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.”

           Itadori remembers Toji once saying that he would want to converse with Choso and this causes him to become more interested. There was something they knew that he definitely didn’t and feels even less alarmed about the visit now. He’s not sure how Choso would show him what he means about Naoya but he decides to let that go and so he can continue. “Ok, I’m listening then…”

           “Itadori… have you ever found your inhumane strength odd?” He asks rhetorically before proceeding, “It’s because you’re not exactly human.” He waits a moment to take in Itadori’s reaction but is kind of relieved when he sees he’s not dismissing him yet.

           “I’m still listening, I really have wondered about this…” Itadori leans in to where his elbows are now placed on his knees and face resting on fists as he lets Choso speak.

           “To put it simply, you’re half cursed spirit in origin, like myself.” He holds his breath for a moment, “To put it even more directly…I’m actually your older brother.” He chooses this instant to hold courage in his expression as he informs Itadori of their familial ties. “I’m gathering you haven’t any memory of this though…”

           “This doesn’t make any sense. How? I had a family…a human one.” Itadori is clearly puzzled and having a hard time understanding how this could be. He looks down to his hands after removing them from under his chin and asks himself, ‘There’s no way, right?’. He’s searching his brain for some kind of excuse but finds it difficult to deny Choso’s words, ‘There is something super familiar about him now that I think about it…’

           “We have more brothers, others like us born of the same Kamo blood.” He sits back up in his seat as the ease of Itadori’s reactions settle him into a more composed way.

           Itadori’s eyes widen to the mention of the Kamo clan, the third of the three major ones. “I still don’t really understand but that’s alright.”

           “Some of our brothers are scattered around the globe, a few still sealed as I was for so long. You were too until the family that raised you in this life found you.” He smiles sadly and softens his eyes, “They seemed like good people, I’m sorry that they’re not with us anymore…” He see’s Itadori’s confusion after that statement, probably unsure of how he was able to know that. “Due to you being Sukuna’s vessel, I was tasked with keeping an eye out on you and so I have for a  while now, even before you were forced into being so.”

           Itadori’s brow furrows as he thinks of his past. “I did actually feel like I was always being watched.” He lightens his tone, “Not in a creepy way but it’s more like I never felt alone!” He smiles now as his mind is trying to churn all of this information at once. “Why am I here though? Is it because I’m your brother?”

           “No, I would probably just approach you normally if circumstances were different.” Choso almost chuckles at the end of the statement, laughing to himself as if he knew what normal really was. He looks around the room further, ashamed that Itadori’s quarters were so plain and barren. “Getou needs Sukuna to help him defeat Gojo. He needs Elska more or less for the same thing, except she’s also been promised to Naoya by the elders.” He leans forward, closer to Itadori and lowers his voice, “But neither Naoya or myself trust Getou. I specifically aim to destroy everything he is.”

           “I really don’t get it…why are you here working for him then?” Itadori is calmer than he thought he would be given the situation of his abduction. He finds this uncanny urge to trust Choso. His gut hasn’t failed him yet, more like the other way around so he internalizes these thoughts as he listens further to what he has to say. ‘…my brother?’

           “Getou murdered two of our siblings.” Choso stops for a second and brings his hands together slowly as he inhales deeply. The sadness he experiences to this day is clear as the humanity within him longs for salvation of his younger brothers. “I don’t even know why but before I could intervene, Kechizu, the youngest, was killed. Shortly afterwards Eso, the middle one, perished while trying to avenge him.” His hands start to shake as he recalls how close they all were, how Choso was supposed to protect them like he swore he always would. “I’m here to ruin Getou from the inside out. He has hurt so many people and will continue to do so if he remains unchecked.” He thinks about the black-haired woman now and how he failed to save her too. He clenches his fists on his knees while looking down to the cement floors.

           Itadori can’t explain why but an uncontrollable sadness washes over him as he hears Choso’s words of their family. It’s almost as if he found a part of himself that was lost for so long, only to lose it again instantly. ‘Could this really be true?’  Instead of communicating this he asks instead, “Why wait to take him out? Are you hoping he’ll fight Gojo too?”

           “I actually do not care one way or another about Satoru Gojo. The only time he will concern me is if he gets in Naoya’s way with Elska. That’s also why I haven’t harmed Getou yet though, I want to help Naoya be successful in his venture.” Choso’s words trail as he remembers the golden light that cascaded over Naoya before, the sheer power that was emitted from him at that time. “There’s something strange occurring in our cursed energy world Itadori.” He looks to him with complete seriousness, “I have a feeling Gojo isn’t the only complete member of his clan.” He sees Itadori’s raised eyebrow. “I can’t say for sure how much but I can tell you Naoya has unbelievable strength that he’s yet to show anyone. I can’t figure out why he would be so intent on hiding it though. Getou claims to be an orphan with no particularly profound background but he’s so incredibly strong himself that I can’t help but wonder if that’s completely true. That power comes from somewhere at least.”

           “What do you mean by a complete member?” Itadori is still struggling to keep up with everything but is trying his best to wrap his mind around it. His mind takes to different instances where he’s seen Gojo in action and is unsure about how he feels knowing there’s a possibility that Naoya or even others could posses the same realm of strength.

           “Gojo is revered and feared for being the first six eyes user with all other inherited techniques in 300 years…but I have a feeling there may be other clans with the same awakening…like the Zenin’s. Naoya has unwavering power but refuses to let anyone know and I’m beginning to wonder if his desire for confidentiality is due to him possessing the Zenin’s ancient techniques as well.” He leans back further and crosses his own arms as he thinks out loud. “Getou’s strength in itself would hold as a full fledge member but I don’t know which clan his techniques stem from…I’ve never seen or heard of gravity manipulation branching form a lineage.” Choso’s eyes widen in a moment of clarity. “Sukuna might recognize it though, he’s around 1,000 years old!” His eyes shift back to Itadori, “I don’t want you to worry about that right now though, keep your body for yourself.”

“So you’re saying there are others that could potentially be as strong as Gojo sensei?” Itadori’s mouth drops as he thinks of that and fears what that could mean. “Even so, you want to help Naoya but what if I told you that Gojo will stop at nothing to get her back?”

           “That’s partially why the elders have concocted this atrocious plan…they’re hoping for him to attack and initiate the proper means for the elders to vanquish him. If killing him is out of the question I’m sure they won’t hesitate to have him sealed once more.” He sighs as he relives the scene of Naoya holding the dying Elska. His heart shivers at the echoes of his cries that rang through him. “Naoya truly cares about her and I believe him when he says he would never cause her harm. When she was hurt, he fell apart…I’ve never seen him so emotional before…”

           “Sukuna isn’t the most cooperative you know and I also would never give him control to fight Gojo sensei. Not ever.” It’s not often that Itadori speaks so coldly but he can’t help but frown internally about some of the information received. “You would have to fight me and I doubt Elska would ever be convinced to go against him either.” He knows Elska and Gojo love each other and although he oddly trusts Choso, he can’t help but disagree about her being better off with Naoya.

           “I don’t want you giving control to Sukuna either. I detest the thought of you being used like that to hurt the ones you love, regardless of how I feel about them.” He sees Itadori’s eyes light up to this and gives a shy smile to emphasize he was being truthful. “Is there no way that Sukuna would work with us temporarily?” He asks Itadori know more than well enough it was unlikely. The curse is not exactly known for being reasonable.

           “I can try and ask him but I don’t think so…there would have to be something in it for him, probably something terrible.” He throws his arms up in the air to stretch while still sitting, “Plus, Gojo sensei had to suppress Sukuna yesterday so I don’t think he’ll be out for a while.”

           “What do you mean ‘suppressed’ him?” Choso looks distressed and wide eyed.

           “He came out when we saw… something strange and he tried to attack Toji, Gojo and Elska. I think he was trying to take Elska, wanting to…umm…breed I guess with her…” His expression is of embarrassment as he considers he would’ve had to sit front row for that show. “I remember enough but when I woke back up, I didn’t even feel the usual strain from keeping him at bay all of the time like I usually do. It made sense when Gojo told me he locked him down.” Itadori places his hands in his lap as he goes to rest back against the cushion, feeling very casual with Choso and finding himself to respect the honesty he’s receiving.

           “That doesn’t make sense…you can’t just suppress Sukuna…” Choso has brought his hands together, palms flush against each other while the tips of his fingers nudge into his chin.

           “What do you mean?” Itadori is perplexed at this statement as he’s living the proof that he definitely could be subdued. He has to do it all of the time.

           “It just doesn’t work that way with an outsider…he would have had to made a deal with the curse.” He’s now staring at Itadori with concern, not understanding fully what took place. “…and you’ve not felt any issue with him since the occurrence took place?”

           “I mean I still hear him in my head but he’s not trying to overthrow my consciousness.” He’s now finding it odd too, although not wanting to doubt his sensei. “I trust Gojo did what he had to…” Itadori speaks with conviction but now is seriously starting to wonder what it could have been if there was indeed a pact involved. He said it himself just moments ago, in order for Sukuna to cooperate there would have to be some kind of reward or benefit…something awful more than likely. He thinks of everyone back at the academy and wishes he had everyone’s brain power to help him sift through all he’s learned. His expression lights up as he raises to his to face Choso again. “I need to let the others know we’re ok!” He’s now overcome with haste to prompt the others as to what’s going on.

           “Toji has been calling me nonstop but I’m afraid to bring anyone else into the fold. Getou is extremely lethal and he needs to be handled prudently.” With regret in his eyes he asks, “We can make contact with them soon, just not yet. Please, try to understand…”

           Itadori still thinks it’s best to let the others know that they’re ok but also isn’t in the best position to make demands. “I don’t like that part but I’ll wait just a little while.” He’s still looking at Choso, “As soon as it’s ok though, please tell them…I know they’ll worry about us.” He hopes Megumi is doing alright and that Gojo sensei hasn’t lost his mind at them disappearing. “Everyone is against her becoming a Zenin though too, you should know that.”

           He feels terrible for having to ask Itadori to wait to inform his friends but knows it’s absolutely for the best. He’ll probably have a lot of explaining to do when this is all over in order to keep it amicable with Itadori’s party. “I’m grateful that you’ve been so understanding about all of this, I appreciate your willingness to learn about the situation before acting.” He smiles to Itadori again, “As far as her and Naoya go, like I said before, it’s better if I just show you.” Itadori nods to him slowly and can tell he was waiting for that to be explained. “This is how I was able to watch over you for so long.”

           Choso moves to the couch next to Itadori who gladly scoots over to see what he meant. He draws the oval into the air and maps the path to Elska’s quarters. He opens his eyes abruptly when he hears her and Naoya moaning loudly into each other.

“Ahhh!!! WAIT… This isn’t what I meant!” His eyes widen and he becomes red in tint as he embarrassingly moves to look to Itadori for assurance that he doesn’t think he’s a freak. Itadori’s eyes blare open as blushes immediately. He rips his gaze away from the window and stares into the floor awkwardly. It seems like Elska and Naoya were at the end of their sexual floundering but he was still nervous about what Itadori would feel about that and goes to wipe the technique until he hears Getou’s voice.

“No…not again…” Choso is fluster free as he waits to see exactly what Getou is up to by being in there. He’s ready to move if he strikes against Naoya or her. “…Getou.”

           “That’s Getou? What is he doing?” Itadori is watching Getou sit on the bed as Naoya and Elska sit bare into each other. The angle doesn’t show their nudity, aside from Naoya’s ass so he’s not terribly bothered by it but feels uncomfortable for Elska as the supposed dangerous man creeps closer to them. ‘Is she with Naoya too?’ His confusion increases.

           “I don’t know but if he attacks them then the plans change.” He feels his body tensing up as he quickly tries to come up with alternatives that would suffice if shit hits the fan. “What he did to her was unacceptable…I know it’s taking everything in Naoya to let him live.”

           Itadori is watching the way Naoya stands in between Getou and Elska, seeing the fire in his expression. He doesn’t seem as possessive as Gojo even while claiming her at the top of his lungs to Getou’s face. Only the worst of rumors have met his ears about the Zenin clan but everything Naoya is displaying with Elska actually goes against it all. They didn’t value women for anything aside from bearing children, he knew that much. Naoya seems to really care for her well-being though, at least in this interaction. He tenses up too as he sees Getou side step to see Elska.

           “He’s a really bad man Itadori, we can’t let him have his way.” Choso’s brow is furrowed until he see’s Getou leaving the room. “His plan is become an elder, this job is from the elders. If he can ascend to such heights then we will be in a world of hurt.” He then looks to Itadori who is watching Naoya protectively console Elska while watching the door to make sure Getou left. “I am so thankful that didn’t escalate…but I wonder why he went back? Surely he knew Naoya would be with her after what happened…”

           “I don’t know but I’m glad too.” Itadori’s eyes are still still curiously trained onto Naoya and Elska, wondering if something happened between her and Gojo to make her be so seemingly ok with being with Naoya. ‘Everything seemed fine before we left…’ but then he remembers how strange it was that Toji was there naked in their room with them. ‘I completely forgot about that!’ He thinks for a moment but then hollers out, “Toji!! Toji is like her but I’m pretty sure he needs Elska to feed from! He’s my best friend’s dad…” His heart sinks as he thinks of the stress the others must be under with them both missing. It’s more than just being upset at their vanishing, Elska was actually imperative for Toji as far as he knows.

           “Naoya and I are already working on how to handle that. We both care for Toji too and will not see him undone by this.” Choso relays a warm smile as he assures Itadori that no harm will come to anyone if they can help it.

           “That’s…incredible…thank you.” Itadori feels his trust was not misplaced in Choso and is still finding himself surprised by how kind the powerful being is.

           “I will try to arrange it so you and Elska can visit with one another. I know that would probably be nice for both of you.” Choso goes to stand, feeling lighter than ever as his fears fall away about Itadori’s judgment of him. “For now though, I’m going to figure out how we can take care of Toji too.” He starts walking to the door but is stopped as Itadori calls out to him.

           “I still need to let everything soak in but Choso…” Itadori is leaning forward in the yellow cushion, “If you’re really my brother…then I’m happy for that, you seem like a good person.” He smiles to Choso meaning every inch of his visible affection.

           “That brings me the upmost joy.” Choso feels like his heart may have mended slightly from the loss of his other brothers. He was never going to let harm befall Itadori. He was going to be the greatest big brother that has ever lived.

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           Getou found himself extremely irritated with the pressure in his groin. ‘Why do I suddenly want to impale that bitch?’ He’s made it back to his new quarters, although he can’t ignore his disappointment that his lovely black-haired beauty was gone. He never meant for her to die, she actually refrained from breathing even after he released his grasp from around her neck…she genuinely was never going to submit. “Now I have nothing to fuck.”

           He sits back in his brown modern wingback chair as he sighs his frustrations into the air. His eyes are strapped to the ceiling while he storms his brain for an explanation. “Something is definitely up with that fucking girl…” He brings his gaze back down to his lap and knows he’s going to just have to take care of it. Not even the walk minimized the blood flow, he was still throbbingly hard. “Ugh…fuck…”

           He unzips his suit pants and lifts his hips so he can push them down to his knees. His bulge is prominent through his light grey briefs. As he slides those down as well, he grabs himself and begins to stroke. He tries to picture his black-haired goddess, the one he wanted for so long but the disappointment of her resistance causes his hands to stop the jerking motions. Not even his fondest memories of debauchery of with her were doing it for him. “Fucking women… almost completely useless creatures.” He closes his eyes and begins to pump himself again but this time his mind takes to Elska.

           He’s imagining how entitling it would feel to pummel her throat with his length. “Maybe then she wouldn’t have anything distasteful to say.” He’s actually finding himself very turned on by the idea as he pictures how pitiful her face would be as her tears flow down her face to his stretching. “Mmmmmm” He’s liking the idea more and more as he visualizes her lips meeting the base of his member, him jutting his hips into her to further abuse the situation. He can almost hear her gagging as he continuously spreads her throat. Her trying to push him away while he absolutely controls the situation sends a twinge to his testicles. “Fuck…yes…”

           He’d wrap his hand into her brown hair and yank her off so he could see her disheveled expression as her saliva connects them both. He would then degrade her verbally, call her a slut and make her say that she liked it before slamming himself back into her mouth. He might even spit on her and smear it with his glistening tip. His hand finds an increased rhythm as he pictures fucking her face so horribly that her eyes can’t even remain open… but that’s when he’d command her to look at him. When she fails to do so he’d remove himself from her mouth hastily and slap her a few times…the last one being hard enough for her to fall to her side.

           He figures she would try to scurry away but he’d grab the chains wrapped around her and pull her back towards him while she screams out in horror. Her stomach would have contact with the floor but he’d use her metal restraints to bound her arms behind her back as he straddles her flattened body from over top. He allows his imagination to run wild as he forces himself into her completely while she lies on the floor in displeasure. “Take it like the nasty little whore you are.” He mumbles to himself as he continues to yank himself off. He’s so hard by this point he’s unsure of how long he’ll last like this but is salivating as the imagined scenario plays further.

           She would likely still fight him, so he’d have to use his body weight to keep her pinned as he violently thrusts into her. It wouldn’t be fun to use his technique. He even pictures her crying his name out in distress and finds it so exhilarating that he almost felt himself get close to releasing. “God…I would fucking dominate her…” His brow furrows as his eyes remained closed, fist still engulfing his extension rapidly. He then wonders what it would be like to do so in front of Naoya. He bites his lip and he entices himself further to the depravity of breaking him while simultaneously breaking her in. It would be better if Gojo were there too though.

           Naoya would be trapped by gravity no doubt but would be purposefully positioned in such a way that the only thing he could see would be Getou splitting her. He’d probably yell to no end, announcing threat after threat as he helplessly watches her body bounce off the floor from his crude impacts. He’d then grab her by the neck and bend her backwards so she’d have to look up to Naoya.

           “He’s not such a great prince now, is he?” While her tears roll down her face, he’d snap his hips a few times for additional effect as she’s made to take it all. He imagines she’d somehow be sopping wet from this as he grips his length a few times to simulate her spasms around him. “Fuuuck…” his light moans now erupt as he continues. He can see himself laughing in her ear, mocking her whines before pulling out from her and lining up for a different type of punishment. He’d broadcast boisterously to Naoya that he was going to ruin every useable orifice of hers, reveling in the fear that would stem from them both. He bets that as he nudges into her rear she would wince and attempt to scoot, attempt to run away from him. He of course wouldn’t allow that.

           As he pictures himself ramming relentlessly, he can’t help but let the thoughts of him wrecking her all over bring him to his release. The images in his mind are so fucking wonderful that he just keeps replaying that specific switch of holes over and over until he’s finally filling his hand with his contents.

           Upon opening his eyes, he certainly felt relieved but also is disgusted in himself for thinking of her to get there. “What a fucking mess.” He looks to his hand that’s seeping DNA and stands to halfway pull his pants up to go wash his hands, trying not to do drip on the suit along the way. He’s confused as to why he had felt so compelled do that, why he wasn’t able to stave off masturbating. “I have to figure out what it is about her that causes these…issues.” He’s lost in thought as he washes his hands extensively, not meaning to for as long as he was. He turns the water off at the porcelain sink and dries his hands on a rough green towel hanging on the grey papered wall near it. He would rather not use his clan technique to spy on her but feels it might be necessary to get to the bottom of things. It’s that or he jeopardizes the entire operation by going back to her room and fucking her senseless. He’d be forced to kill Naoya then too. “There’s too much on the line.”

           He then thinks to grab his phone, he has a lot of updates to report.

           He dials the number, it being saved into his memory versus the phone. As it rings, he holds the phone between shoulder and chin as he fastens his pants again. He’s trying to pretend that he didn’t just fuck his hand to the thought of her. ‘Unacceptable’. The phone line picks up after the third ring and he’s met with a voice on the other end.

           “I would just like to inform you that we have them both.” A smirk now forms across his lips as he’s happy to finally be able to say that. “We still don’t have Gojo but with the girl and the vessel here, we can corrupt them and force them to join us.”

           “We can certainly try with the vessel but there are major risks that pose a threat with repeating the same manipulations on the girl’s mind.” The tone of the male voice on the other end is calm but also domineering. “If her mind breaks, we can’t hope to predict what that will mean.”

           “Why is everyone so concerned about this? We can just fucking kill her if it doesn’t work. She’s not as necessary as you all seem to think.” Getou is irritated by that response, he would really rather the bitch be out of the equation totally…he truly does not want to be adhered to her.

           “You still have much to learn Getou, do not act rashly.” The other person clears their throat. “If she loses control, we don’t know how powerful she will be. We cannot guarantee that we’ll be able to contain it.”

           “Well she certainly isn’t going to accept her fate with me either, I can almost assure that.” Getou’s frustration is obvious as he unknowingly taps his fingers along the surface of the table in front of him.

           “She doesn’t have to be willing, she just needs to remain unharmed. I know you detest the idea but you have to keep her safe, she’s just part of the bigger the picture.”

           “Tch. You’re right, I definitely don’t care for that.” Getou is now twirling the ends of his hair that have escaped his bun. He was smarter than to let them know of his recent theft of her wing, he knew that wasn’t allowed. “When can we get this ball rolling again?”

           “You should have a meeting coming up in the next couple of days with the elders. Just keep your focus and mind yourself for a short while longer. Everything is going rather smoothly now.”

           “I have a feeling that Zenin may try to undermine me, he’s hiding something important, I can tell.” He thinks of Naoya’s drastic change in personality within the last few months, ashamed in his former accomplice’s weakness for the girl. “What do I do if he tries to take her?”

           “You don’t allow that to happen.” The voice is now dreadful with seriousness, “You’re the next head of the clan so you will have to behave as such and be able to navigate these kinds of situations. We’ve waited 900 years for someone like you to be born again, you cannot mess this up.”

           Getou slams his fist down on table. “Just let me kill the fucker and it’ll be dealt with! What’s the point of having all of this power if I can’t use it to wipe out our enemies?”

           “You will get your chance to but you first have to face Satoru…or have you given up on that timeless revenge?”

           “Of course not, I am eager to hurt that fucking cunt…we’re just so close and I’m losing my patience.” Getou realizes this revelation as he speaks it out loud. He’s usually so good about waiting, he has for all these years anyways so what’s a few more weeks or even a month? Getou thinks of his mentor and all of the admiration he had for him, how Gojo himself snuffed the one light in his life.

When Getou was a child of age 5, he had a typical temper tantrum for not receiving his way, most kids do. The difference here was in this same moment, all of his abilities came to fruition from the astronomical magnitude of emotions he experienced. Being so young, he was not able to control the feelings nor was he aware of it being a problem, he simply just felt them. Without meaning to, Getou unleashed his gravity technique and slowly crushed his parents to death, horridly watching the life fade from them as their cries silenced to trade for growing amounts of surrounding blood. He hadn’t a way of understanding that was even him that caused it, he was just plastered in place, immobilized by fear. This was a moment of evolution in his life being that he was then recognized as the long-awaited youth that reclaimed the clan’s ancient techniques. His growth came at the price of his heart for the memory is so fucking horrifically shattering, he can still recall it clearly to this day. Often times it takes place of his dreams causing him to constantly feel tired and unrested.

He was secretly celebrated amongst his clan’s elders and people after this, them all putting the faith and responsibility of absolute greatness on the young boy’s shoulder. He may have developed differently had he more support but the same members also feared his capabilities and much like Gojo in a sense, suffered the duality of his existence. There was only one man that had the strength in his heart to raise Getou, to provide him with the backbone he so desperately needed. Genghis Temujin.

Gojo’s killed so many in their clan and each death weighs on Getou but he can never move beyond the fact that his mentor suffered extremely at Gojo’s hands. ‘Experiments…’ It’s been years since the silver shaman abused his clan but for years before that, they agonized immensely under his tyrannous involvement. His clan was pertinent to Gojo’s goals then…and it would help them advance their own ideas along with the elders as well so they remained compliant.

           “Alright then. I need to you gather yourself, there’s much to do in the small time remaining.” The voice pauses but then proceeds, “Indulge Zenin for a while longer, you may need him even with the help we expect from the vessel against Gojo. If he’s so enthralled with the girl then surely, he’ll fight to keep her there.”

           Getou sighs in annoyance some more, trying to center his brain around the true task at hand. “I understand and I will make sure everything is ready over here.” He hears them say “Perfect” before the phone clicks and gives tone of a dead line. Getou slowly lowers the phone from his ear as he relishes in the excitement that they’re that much closer from eliminating every single one of their obstacles.

           “Master Genghis…” his eyes become dead in sight as he imagines the amount of agony his mentor suffered. His purpose is embedded back into his thoughts as he allows his own darkness to soothe his physical body.

“I will avenge everyone.”

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